A trip to tropical islands (Republika)

I feel that somewhere far away someone is hying on hot sand the ocean sings a quiet song and runs to him just like a dog and when I focus my mind's eye I see two women nearby carressing gently the man's neck motionless as if he slept - as if he slept I see a waiter in white tails to the lying man he sails he slowly puts down a frosted glass he has his trouser-legs turned up - that's right I'm sensing another life I'm dreaming when something wakes me up I look at falling snow that's nothing I'm happy just to know oh you can sip through coloured straws the time so lazy hot and slow I sense although I haven't tried exotic tastes of cloudless skies I'm sensing another life I'm dreaming when something wakes me up I look at falling snow that's nothing I'm happy just to know and I can hear although I don't the melody of someone's song I guess It is the ocean breeze which plays the swaying palms and sings