Above the clouds a city falls asleep
The moon rises in a deathly silence
Half-naked girls are chasing you in the street
If I'm dead, it's Heaven
But I think I'm sleeping
Oh my God, what a bore

I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage
I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage

It's summer in France
You're all alone, all alone in life
Not a girl in your bed
Things need to change
For that, I need to move
I walk around my neighborhood
To kill the boredom
If I cross a girl, I follow her, yeah
Until the end of the night

And I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage
I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage

Making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage
Making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage

(Well, Monique
(Do you know where the beach is?)
(Come)
(Where is the beach? Come with me)
(This stretch of fine sand)
(At the end of which)
(The water comes and goes)
(Come to the beach)
(From evening to morning)
(Love)
(On the beach)

And I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage
I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage

I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage
I dream of making
Love on the beach
On the hot sand
Love like a mirage

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