Sunday in August, how hot it is!
The beach is a rotisserie,
you will not need
to take a drink.
if, in the depths of the soul,
I dream about the ocean.
Splash!
The date palms
sway,
in the sky, a flight of flamingos.
Upon the rock there is
a girl who
laughs and dives down.
Splash!
"Come here," she tells me,
tu-el-la tu-el-la-la.
"Come here if you like,"
tu-el-la tu-el-la-la.
"Here in me you will find,"
tu-el-la tu-el-la-la,
"everything you do not have."
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Upon the rock there is
a girl who
laughs and dives down.
Splash!
"Come here," she tells me,
tu-el-la tu-el-la-la.
"Come here if you like,"
tu-el-la tu-el-la-la.
"Here in me you will find,"
tu-el-la tu-el-la-la,
"everything you do not have."
Sunday in August, what a blue evening!
In the sky, a star is looking down.
I take the motorbike and
come to look for you
but I can no longer find you.
Splash!