The Holiday Song - Text:

Got a Headcrash nearly midnignt – and the walls are coming close.

Feel my senses fell on strike –I had a working overdose.

I take a brake – more than a minute –

cut my anchor, brake my chains,

Removed my words from the golden balance

I pushed myself out of the rain.

The holiday song – all the holidays long

Got on board for California, find my name in a desert rain,

Smell the sounds down in Assala , drink red wine at the edge of spain.

Shape new tyres for my old R.V.  Make a date with the eastern sea. Received a call sign from Atlantis. Got much more than I can see.

Calling storms in Paleokastro Beach , got a kiss from deeper blue

Sail away from North Kroatia - the here and now is up to you –

I plan my journeys not on a mindmap, not on screen, not on a chart. My expedition to Atlantis needs more music from my heart.