This morning I woke up painting flowers in the air,
I felt strong to guide my day,
never my breakfast was so sweet,
I had plants to get them killed,
never my breakfast was so sweet,
I had fire to light my dreams.
Big butterflies were coming through my window,
bringing sweets that were delicious.
I feel the snow knocking at my door,
I see my friends surfing on the waves,
a little rabbit tells me thatīs cold out there,
my perfect girl prepare my tea.
She comes with me she loves to fly,
in a few minutes we get lost among trees and white snow,
we make love on a cold board breaking the air
with loudly shouts but itīs already late,
we should come back,
itīs long the way to find the house.
Just a radio, in my living room,
my friends and I will sitting there.
Itīs a rainy day outside,
but here we are again,
with a beer at hand,
and our lady in the other...
It smells like chocolate and green dreams,
my friends have a party there.
We do our best to see the sky,
the best to light the dreams,
the best not to wake up.