Bill Kaulitz ☆

You were walking down the street near the beach, you had a cute red dress on and you had your hair down. You arrived at the beach and took off your sneakers, admiring the sea a boy is approaching and spoke.

"Last night I dreamed of San Pedro... as if I had never been there, a young girl with eyes like the desert knew the song" he approached you slowly.

"It seems like it was yesterday, not too far away the tropical breeze of the island all the wild and free nature, this is where I long to be The beautiful island" caressed your cheek gently.

"And when the samba played...the sun set so high it rings through my ears and stings my eyes, your Spanish lullaby" he pulled you closer to him gently.

The beautiful island