MAREA

It will be, it will be the oasis in the middle of the Sahara
It will be rain and clouds from the sea
It will be an uphill stream, uphill
Samba, with your samba eyes
Lips in the flesh, flowers in the sand
Saint, in your saintly eyes
In your touches I jump, dance, jump

Mama, freed from karma
Calypso, make the high tide
To the south on your lips
Forest, mist, tide
Freed from anger
Calypso, make the high tide
To the south on your lips
Forest, mist, tide

Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Tide, tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Tide, tide

I will be, I will be as you never imagined
I will be roses and thorns on the hips
I will be ice and wine, and you will tremble, tremble

Samba, with your samba eyes
Bruises on the legs, hands on the face
Saint, in my saintly eyes
In my touches you jump, dance, jump

Mama, freed from karma
Calypso, make the high tide
To the south on your lips
Forest, mist, tide

Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Tide, tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Tide, tide

Stay in my dreams, love, never leave
Stay fantasy and don't give me a chance to have you
Stay in my nightmares when you go away
And never come back, never, never

Mama, freed from karma
Calypso, make the high tide
To the south on your lips
Forest, mist, tide

Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Tide, tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Ma-ma-ma-ma-tide
Tide, tide