Oh my baby my little one How romantic it could be to climb the sky Walking on a stair of stars That shining blue ♪ 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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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