Dancing to Rhythms...

As soon as the full moon rises,
I'm going to...
I'm going to Cascais...
in a coach of black water.
I'm going to Cascais.
The thatched roofs will sing.
I'm going to Cascais.
When the palm wants to be a stork,
I'm going to Cascais.
When the banana tree wants to be a sea wasp,
I'm going to Cascais.
Oh, the bovine coolness of sugar and nice girl's.
I'm going to Cascais
With girl's blonde head.
I'm going to Cascais
and with Romeo and Juliet's rose
I'm going to Cascais.
Paper sea and euro coins.
I'm going to Cascais.
Oh, fiery waist, oh, drop of wood!
I'm going to Cascais.
Oh,  rhythm of dried seeds !
I'm going to Cascais.
The sea drowned in the sand,
I'm going to Cascais.
When my coral in the darkness...