You're in your private oasis, the last place on Earth    Cover your traces, wear a mask made of dirt    And watch the sun trickle through the bamboo    Colouring everything green above the sand dune       The rain trickles down onto my skin    (Oh, now Marching Archie gone Lebanon)    I let it run through, don't feel a thing    (Everything is aight in Bunemazemnao)       When the azure surrounds you on every side    Hold up a shell and listen to the friendly smile    The sea and it's waves will put you under a spell    And freeze time in your breathing space    And the sounds of your freedom fight    Are falling asleep in the fleeting light    No more struggles, it's quiet and calm, just    Travel with the stars in the sky as your compass       Moro num pais tropical    Quiero te beijar       Zulumatu dwele aio    Ghulu n'dwela       The leaves make a roof over my head    I crawl back into my bamboo shed    The jungle's my friend, it gives me shelter    Away from the urban helter-skelter    In the morning I take a swim    The blue water makes me sing...       Chorus