You're in your private oasis, the last place on Earth Cover your traces, wear a mask made of dirt And watch the sun trickle through the bamboo Colouring everything green above the sand dune The rain trickles down onto my skin (Oh, now Marching Archie gone Lebanon) I let it run through, don't feel a thing (Everything is aight in Bunemazemnao) When the azure surrounds you on every side Hold up a shell and listen to the friendly smile The sea and it's waves will put you under a spell And freeze time in your breathing space And the sounds of your freedom fight Are falling asleep in the fleeting light No more struggles, it's quiet and calm, just Travel with the stars in the sky as your compass Moro num pais tropical Quiero te beijar Zulumatu dwele aio Ghulu n'dwela The leaves make a roof over my head I crawl back into my bamboo shed The jungle's my friend, it gives me shelter Away from the urban helter-skelter In the morning I take a swim The blue water makes me sing... Chorus