Testo February 30

I'm walking by
a place with no disquise
Fine sand,blue sea,
no walls and mystery

Eating a real good crab
Feeling like a true old man
I'm moving on
collect up all the creamthe waves,the sun
into my memories

My girl is on my side,
we're sharing happy time

When i think that i'm going to deep
I hear the sound of my clock-ring
I know...you know...
this just happen in you dreams