Casa
Gustavo Cerati
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I want a house
I want a hangar
And a launch tower
Today our village is all this world
And it's not just a pretext
Maybe being thirsty drives the desert crazy
It's the madness that makes us dance
You already cleaned the house
You already cleaned your body
Now you have the time
Tongues of salt, a blow to the ears
I give breath to the sounds
Leaving the earth
And feeling weightlessness
Disordered is the eagerness
That makes us dance, dance, dance
