Amorito in Ballito

The moon is high,
The tides low,
The waters dance,
The winds blow;
Stars in the horizon,
The sandy beach
Within reach.
Here come high tides for all to see,
And here they go;
Like they forgot a thing, deep in the sea!
That smell of the ocean,
The palm trees and the green, lush life,
That lie beyond the shore,
I'll come for thee, again and more!