A blue wave
A blue wave, a blue wave, it’s like an ocean of jam
That washes over me, making me all soft

When I think of you, my dear butter
A blue wave, a blue wave, like a slice of bread with butter, I sink into it, I drown a little
And I think: Long live indulgence!
But beware, this blue wave, is not the salty ocean’s, it’s sweet, gentle, and a little honeyed
Like a
Nutella-filled crepe neatly folded

So, if one day you encounter this blue wave
Don’t be afraid, let yourself be carried away, for it’s
A sweet whirlwind of happiness
That will make you dance until the starry dawn

A blue wave, a blue wave
It’s my anthem to gluttony
And if you want to sing it with me, let’s
Meet at the pastry shop!