Hot sand and a lost land
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it was nicer once
Hot sand and a lost land
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it was nicer once
Hot sand and a lost land
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it was nicer once
Hot sand like the desert, never cold feet
El Arenal and best regards
Glowing sun, a bit of amore
At midday she's already wider than Grandma Lore
Spanish water here is called cerveza
Except that after twelve pieces I felt a bit sick
Sand, blue sky, beach full of mermaids
And sit down after breakfast
Hot sand and a lost land
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it was nicer once
Hot sand and a lost land
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it was nicer once
Hot sand and the memory of it
That it was nicer once