Jamala

What's wrong with dreaming, and loving the sea, absent seasons, like luck or a number, dull anyone’s features, when love is a wonder, that's a good reason, for this time to seize, don't stand there bleeding, be hard on the cumber, thank the Redeemer, we can all fake plunder, bring a gentle ease, kick out in the thunder, if everyone’s free, the sun might shine longer, waves stay out of trouble, dance every double, even the Conga.