Not a single whisper can disturb the ambiance...

Grass doesn't whistle through these skies.

The sun only exists to see its sons...

Circling in the universe ruled by life.

Clouds covering the great astral regions...

Cotton candy covers your senses...

Hold out your tongue and taste the feeling of nature's drug.

Venus shows up in the picture...

Talking to you with its eyes like a scripture...

A hieroglyphic dream...

Covered in strawberry cream...

A feeling that you don't ever want to leave...

So let's relieve...

Our stress floating under the bitter oasis...

With the world's ocean...

That has a heart bigger than many places...