Sun on the waves, I slept well last night
Yachts are lying outside, someone brought cookies
Up on the dunes, Alberto comes on his bike
With a surfboard and a jute bag, he almost flies off the bike
There are many times in life, these are the good ones
I grab my snorkel and jump backwards into the waves
We hang out on the island from early till late
We dream and we dive until the sun sets

We go home with sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home

It's time, I can ride the first wave
I come back to the beach and no one saw it
We zoom out with the motorboat to the best spots
With nets and with nets, we dive under the waves
The girls are at home and already setting the table
We come back from the bay with a giant squid
The table is festive, in Getty's garden
I sit on the swing and swing into paradise

We go home with sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home
Home

We meet tonight with some people at the cliffs
We bring wood for the fire, the others wine and cigarettes
I stand by the sea and look out, I feel free
And the best part is, the girl from Paris is also there

We go home with sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home
Home

We go home with sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home
Home

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