Dunas

Dunes are like couches
Indiscreet screens of dirty tar
Torn by cacti and mint
Lying on the Dunes, oblivious to everything
piercing eyes
Washed thoughts

We drink from the lips, cold refreshments (chorus)
We seal secrets
We jumped rocks
In slow motion like on TV
Too many words at the age of why

Dunes are like couches
Whoever saw us lying down with wet hair all tangled up
Salty sleeping bags
In the Dunes, gnawing apples
Watching empty oil bottles floating in the morning waves

We drink cold refreshments from our lips
In the dunes!
In slow motion like on TV
In the dunes
In the dunes
In the dunes
In the dunes
Cold soft drinks
Like on TV
In the dunes