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This is an improvisation on a poem the friend singer wrote about living on an island.
"I lay on the beach and see the full moon coming down, Africa breeze reaches over. I am a point on the map. Loneliness. I feel sleepy but the beauty of the place wont let me sleep (1:30) I let my soul swirl high in the air, in the rocks, in the oceans, ... (2:25) A new day is about to come, breathing... I am here. Point on the map, I let my soul swirl high up there with my desires and dreams." Ohhh you see I almost got the english version! Hehe! Well yes that it a great idea actually! :)