Nothing's more precious than a wave
Guide me forever, guide me well
I know my tool and I'm doing well
I know nothing except surfing on a wave
Oh, sympathy
Is all I see in your eyes
My track's wavy
It's coming from the stars
Bag of wishes
We make your wish come true, come true
Make your wishes come true
Gifted by the gods
The troubadours are wonderful
We're blessed by the Lords
We marching on a freaky loop
Coming from the top of the hill
We play just for you
Live it up, my baby
Do not think about your issues
Ye from Tripoli
Metamorfosis
Or Katerini
Even from Paris
We play loud like this
Please don't miss my disk
Nothing's more precious than a wave
Guide me forever, guide me well
I know my tool and I'm doing well
I know nothing except surfing on a wave
We're from a hill where gods play for real, yeah
If you are sad
Know, we play for your health, yeah
(We're from a hill where gods play for real) bag of wishes, we make your wish come true, come true
(If you are sad know) make your wishes come true (we play for you health, yeah)
(We're from a hill where gods play for real) bag of wishes, we make your wish come true, come true
(If you are sad know) make your wishes come true (we play for you health, yeah)
(Nothing's more precious than a wave)
(Guide me forever, guide me well)
(I know my tool and I'm doing well)
(I know nothing except surfing on a wave)
