Anima Latina
Lucio Battisti
Latin Soul
It rolls down
From the tin roofs
Pausing at the sign
Drink Coca Cola
It comes down from the living nativity scenes
As soon as evening comes
When music and misery
Become one thing
The joy of life
Life in the eyes of malnourished children
Cheerfully poorly dressed
That no powerful detergent can
Truly fade
And it runs on the Atlantic beaches
Following the kick of a ball
To end up in the lap of ancient big brown mothers
And it stirs in the blood of the people with songs
And rejuvenated laughter
That no force, no matter how powerful, can
Truly bend
