I still have a rhythm that beats
like a heart in my head .
A symphonic score of worlds
that end in a requiem for a madman...
While the drunken chorus rises
when a rounded-brain idiot plants a goal
in the enclosure of goats ,
So I tune and turn with radio garden !
I go fishing for a fruity melody ,
a saga from Mauritius
creole colors ,well spiced malabar,
the sweet girl from Ipanema ...
I\'m spinning this damn\' globe ,
flying on radio garden !
Roundabout journey in every sense
from island to iceland ...
I\'m buying myself a free trip
without chemical to get high !
Jumping over the tropics
from port Mathurin to port Vila...
Don\'t even need a visa for north Korea !
I\'ve got a taste for singing happiness ,
playing with radio garden sound waves !
That makes me forget this country
deprived of reefs , cliffs and corals
with a sea that falls asleep at the coast of England,
where only beer makes you dream ...