On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay
There’s no need to achieve and explain
It makes me happy all the way
It makes me happy…

On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay
I am singing my songs to the whales
It makes me happy all the way
It makes me happy…

I wake up this morning
Odd thoughts in my head
I cannot get into my usual living
I stop absorbing
All things just like that
And pushing myself to grieving

I got blissfully ill this morning
Such a change in my head
I just want to be in this moment
In no other instead

On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay
I am riding the backs of the waves
It makes me happy all the way
It makes me happy…

Well, there is a little to say
You know
Today I’ve realized one thing
From this point I cannot do thing
I don’t want to do
And I cannot do thing
I have no love for
How stupid is that?
Well, yeah, maybe, I’m stupid

I got blissfully ill this morning
Such a change in my head
I can only be me this moment
No one else instead

On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay
If you only read this mail
I’ll make you happy all the way
I’ll make you happy
I’ll make you happy
I’ll make you happy