Espíritu Santo

Going up and down the same stairs
Jumping upside down, sounding in your head
Day by day, every day walking and dreaming
that stars fall to confirm
that you come back to my life
that you come back to dance it for me
that the truth is I'm not bad at all
I respond to the neighbors face to face and to that one..
how's it going?
Let's talk about soccer instead
that Iniesta deserves
The golden ball
That if they don't give it to him, I'll cut off a hand
Or better yet, I'll cut off both, for God's sake
How much fiction, lucky that I see you
Lucky that you approach
Lucky that I kiss you
Begging for something that was off to light up
And it was then when the day really began
And the trumpets of death sounded and people started to dance
It got hot
And they started to play and with their tongues between their teeth
close together like two twins in the womb
And I got happy, crazy with joy
because instead of Barcelona
Havana this seemed, this seemed
Because dancing even the Holy Spirit gets soft (x4)
One, two, three
This is free dance
Cardio-sensory a variably rhythmic energetic movement
This is war and to win
You'll have to free yourself from the sense of ridicule
Don't be so critical, kill it now
Take out that monky townky funky you know you're unique
Imitating the play make it clear it's evident
Consistently strong how white is your laundry
So approach the machine, look into its eyes
And you'll understand that if it makes (ttt-ttt) it feels fear
That it panics because deep down it's a rookie
So turn, slip, turn around, breathe in
Seduce yourself, I know you're trying, forget
explore how you feel
Those ankles have turned to rubber
Turn, slip, turn around, breathe in
Seduce yourself, I know you're trying, forget
explore how you feel
Those knees have turned to rubber
So turn, slip, turn around, breathe in
Seduce yourself, I know you're trying, forget
explore how you feel
Those hips have turned to rubber
Because dancing even the Holy Spirit gets soft...