Capo 2
Oh my baby, my little one
How romantic it could be
To climb in the sky
Walking on a stair of stars that shining blue
I build a hamac of clouds
Between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And I love you again and again
And again and again
I hang my head like a snowflake man in a burning sun
Because of my own ghost I'm really dead this time
I'm dead like the corpse in their six feet under graves
How romantic it could be
To climb in 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
a hamac made of clouds
My little one