Wanna sail across an ocean In a sailboat
Surrounded by sea and no land.
Meet Mr devil and
Return with him as a scapegoat.

Wanna be in a beach in Sienna,
Feel the wind surging through my hair  
Keeping me cool, fresh and fair
Like I had it with my old county duenna

I want breakfast in Venice
Another meal in the Manhattan island.
Visit the Vatican City as a tyrant
Sip liqueur from the pope's chalice

I want a bottle of the finest wines
With the warmth of a woman
In the cool of salient shades, man!
The feeling soothes the spines

I want a night of jazz music
With the great MVC in concert
Kissing the right keys offered
I'll  nod to the strokes of the acoustic

Wanna stand on a summit, smoke
Cuba and feel the sun on my face
As it burns my past and leaves no trace
Regarding the yesterday folk

Most of all, I want to sleep
Like when I was just a boy
In my mama's arm. Oh What joy!
To feel again so deep.