Passarela

The Sun on the head
The Sun on the head

I like the obscure so much
I look for those who hide
Behind dark glasses
They are layers of lenses

They fog us so easily
The eyes of a serpent
They are two points of heat
They are two points of heat

Kiss me, embrace me, hunt me
Make me an instrument
I think your hair is cool and your temperament
Season my body with salsa
The waltz of the moment

In every corner, food where there is love
The garden will bloom again
And the streets will open up in color to pass, catwalk

My love
We're going to Shangri-La
Songs to heal the pain and heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal, cure
Heal, heal (the Sun on the head), heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal, cure

Heal, heal (the Sun on the head), heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal, cure
Heal, heal (the Sun on the head), heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal, cure
Heal, heal (the Sun on the head), heal, cure
Heal, heal

I like the obscure so much
I look for those who hide
Behind dark glasses
They are layers of lenses

They fog us so easily
The eyes of a serpent
They are two points of heat
They are two points of heat

Kiss me, embrace me, hunt me
Make me an instrument
I think your hair is cool and your temperament
Season my body with salsa
The waltz of the moment

In every corner, food where there is love
The garden will bloom again
And the streets will open up in color to pass
Catwalk

My love
We're going to Shangri-La
Songs to heal the pain and heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal, cure
Heal, heal (the Sun on the head), heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal, cure
Heal, heal (the Sun on the head), heal, cure
Heal, heal, heal
The Sun on the head