I walk on blue waves, and see the white cliffs, and I scent flowers. There is a wave on the ocean, that whispers about a future, at a beach.

A burnt sun, waves and colors, a hopeful emotion.

I’m a penguin with a suitcase that walks on the waves for a shore,
If I only could know what lays ahead beyond those white cliffs,
I’m a penguin out on the sea in search for a home in that nice city.

A moon, a horizon, a ship, and three clouds.

The suitcase in my hands has all the memories I store in my heart,
The memories are those that I want to leave from where I came,
The suitcase in my hands was bought in a cheap store in my town.

A train on two waves, a room that I yearn for.

I plunge my feets through the waves and see vast streets in a city,
My feets have a nice green color and that darker brown color,
I plunge my feets through the waves and remember my old home.

A raindrop, warmth from a sun, a vast sea.

I’m a penguin with a hope for both beauty and sorrow in a shore,
My heart remembers the darker past and sees a beautiful future,
I’m a penguin with a hope to settle a new suitcase in a new shore.

A beach, a turtle, a friend, and a family

The suitcase in my hands has a key and I let the sun shine upon it,
I imagine the depths of the ocean and I hear the blue whales cry,
The suitcase in my hands lacks a key for other people’s memories.

A swordfish that tells me that I need a spear.

I plunge my hands through waves and see a yellow sand particles,
I look up at to a blue sky with clouds that rains on my tiny face,
I plunge my hands through waves and remember a black campfire.

A memory, a wish, a sight, and some ice.

I’m a penguin with two blue eyes that see friendly buildings a far,
If I could see more of that shore and if I could reach that shore,
I’m a penguin that rides on waves and that drops a lantern to a sea.

You look at my cheek and you see a teardrop.

The suitcase in my hands is empty so I fill it up with my memories,
I put memory after memory in a suitcase and they are like water,
The suitcase in my hand is full of watery memories and I remember.

I think about if you see me clearly, somehow.

I plunge my eyes through the water and see the nice shore of the city,
My eyes sparks with blue and they reflects the beauty of the ocean,
I plunge my eyes through the water and let a suitcase fall down a sea.

A sea shell, a stone, a beach, and a umbrella.

I’m a penguin without a suitcase that walks on waves for a blue city,
I put my two feets on a golden shore and see a sunset at a horizon,
I’m a penguin that leaves sorrowful memories in a suitcase far below.

A sky with a thunder, a penguin with a suitcase.

White cliffs touches me, I hear animals laugh, and I scent a new home. I listen, and a butterfly appears, that decorates my room, with a wave.