Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies...

Palaeologus by the sea,
Sitting by the waters of Time...

Driving by the last plastic boulevard,
I stagger onto Infinity Beach...

Like an opal road,
The windy avenues of imagination...

Magic marble purple, melting into the windy night,
She stands in the distance, on a hill...

In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening...
Making my way homeward through night's crimson...

In youth, I left Hispania
Drawn by the lust for wealth and gold...