Obywatel G.C. - A Trip to Tropical Islands lyrics

I feel that somewhere far away Someone is lying on hot sand The ocean sings a quiet song And runs to him just like a dog And when I focus my mind's eye I see two women nearby Carressing gently the man's neck Motionless as if he slept - as if he slept I see a waiter in white tails To the lying man he sails He slowly puts down a frosted gla** He has his trouser-legs turned up - that's right I'm sensing Another life I'm dreaming When something Wakes me up I look at Falling snow That's nothing I'm happy just to know Oh you can sip through coloured straws The time so lazy hot and slow I sense although I haven't tried Exotic tastes of cloudless skies I'm sensing Another life I'm dreaming When something Wakes me up I look at Falling snow That's nothing I'm happy just to know And I can hear although I don't The melody of someone's song I guess It is the ocean breeze Which plays the swaying palms and sings