I know how to draw words, like you taught me How to make the sky change color, and that life doesn't come back I could have said things that I don't even remember In that place at the port there was Landolone You were magic on the track I can't wait for this madness to end Island, when I think of you at night I dream Island, it doesn't hurt that I'm ready I consume the hours, like the French who surf Like a kid running after a ball Paris against Budapest Your thoughts here become light as sand You know, Pinocchio, the whale is like a big hotel Freedom is not a conquest It's a hallucination or a night on the track Island, when I think of you at night I dream Island, it doesn't hurt that I'm ready Island, when I think of you at night I dream Island I hear the call of a voice that sings to me Like a whistle and sirens from far away It's like the chords of a dance And there's nothing strange about it We're like a boat Freedom is not a conquest I can't wait for this madness to end On the warm sun Maybe you were looking at me How long would you have told me your name? I'd like to be able to write you How we spend the life we're looking for It's not enough Not to think about it It's like they say Freedom is not a conquest I can't wait for this madness to end Island, when I think of you at night I dream Island Island Island Island Island Island Island Island Island Island Island Island