Casa

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