Back to the dreams about this forest full of light. I...
Never felt so fucking anxious for living in this hike, poor, cliff.
Sand smoothening my bare feet on the beach.
With my old friends, under a palm tree.
Nowherefornia Paradise.
Where the sweet shy shore cuddles with the sunrise, every day.
Everyday and every time.
With a palm tree by my side.
Please take me with you. Again,
Waiting for you to come.
(...)
Glory (woo-oh-oh-oh)
Coward waves talking with mountains (that) will be mist.
Sky is saying goodbye to a boat that waves no longer fear.
And sea makes love with an old pier.
I have a palm tree above me.
Nowherefornia Paradise.
Where the sweet shy shore cuddles with the sunrise, every day.
Everyday and every time.
With a cocktail in my hand.
Please take me with you. Again, waiting for you to...
(...)
Mojitos, surfboards. This is the scenario.
A place where we don't allow fights, hating "el miedo".
With skateboards and backpacks cruising the whole "barrio"
Sitting in the beach, singing around a "fuego"
(From the) Pacific to (the) Mediterranean, the world means party.
From Barsiria to LA, we are always shaking booties.
Raise your glass and dance tonight.
(This is the rhythm of the night)
Smoke weed, smoke weed everyday,
Sip sangría with ma' gang,
Smoke weed, smoke weed everyday,
With a cocktail in ma' hand,
When I close my eyes (I see yours...)
Waiting for...
Glory, Glory.
Nowherefornia paradise
Waiting for you to come.
Surf waves, Party. When I'm staring at this lonely beach.
Please take me with you. Again,
Waiting for you to come.
Nowherefornia dream.