The stars are shining on the sea
The songs I hear are mainly Byzantine
So clear they cut the Easter sky
Up here the seagulls learn to fly

You have the suitcase and the brush
Your hair is pretty and your lips are lush
With summer songs that burn away like fire
Get lost and do what you desire

The wishes come like dogs with wings
They shine and sparkle over everything
Big waves that move like hills of gold
Blue days that are too fresh to hold