Oh my baby my little one
How romantic it could be to climb the sky
Walking on a stair of stars
That shining blue
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And build a hamac of clouds
Between the south and the north of the half-moon
And love you again and again, and again and again
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I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost
I'm really dead, this time
I'm dead like the corpse in their six feet on the graves
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How romantic it could be to climb the sky
In a hamac made of clouds
In a hamac made of clouds
Hamac made of clouds
My little one
Yes, a hamac made of clouds
My baby, my little one
My baby, my little one
A hamac made of clouds