Ola Salvaje

Oh, oh, oh
I'll be whatever I want to be!
A shooting star
just anyone...
traveler...
Hold on tight to me
we're gonna fly away
to another place...
further...
further... far from here.
You'll be
whatever you want to be!
A wild sea wave...
with its storm...
I hold on tight to you
and let myself be carried away to another place
far from here.