Winds are blowing and sands are running in the air
But I'm smiling and still waiting
Exactly what, if sun is more or less enough for me
And also the sweet cries of seagulls
Looking down I laugh
Who knows if I'll have that happiness
To see my shell in two parts
And to give someone to drink the juice of life
Like the last coconut in the palm tree
I'm swinging in my own court
And waiting, when you will come
Like the last coconut in the palm tree
I know, I would fall even in the frost
If you would come
And would catch me in warm hands
The way to me isn't so high or far
It's not like the chill is caressing in the winter
Look, oh, come on, look up
Maybe here is what you are waiting for, what I'm waiting for
More and more
Like the last coconut in the palm tree
I'm swinging in my own court
And waiting, when you will come
Like the last coconut in the palm tree
I know, I would fall even in the frost
If you would come
And would catch me in warm hands
I'm waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
Like the last coconut in the palm tree
I'm swinging in my own court
And waiting, when you will come
Like the last coconut in the palm tree
I know, I would fall even in the frost
If you would come
And would catch me in warm hands