Es Como El Día (part. Miranda Johansen)

It's like the day when the blessed sun rises
And everything revolves in harmony around it
Like that bag of American beauty
Everything converges in its suburban sweetness

It's like the day
You never know how it comes
It's like the day
If the sun comes out or if it rains

And when you open your eyes, it lights up all the way to China
And if it smiles, it fixes up even Argentina (Palestine)

(Today unstable, be careful, some clouds are coming)

It's ideal
It's unreal

But if there's wind, hold on because here they come
A storm of those that are born from its womb
Tsunamis, clotheslines, and gales
And all kinds of natural disasters

It's ideal
It's unreal
It's ideal
It's unreal

It's ideal
It's like the day when the blessed sun rises
It's unreal
It's ideal
And everything revolves in harmony around it
It's surreal

It's like the day
It's like the day when the blessed sun rises
You never know how it comes
It's like the day
And everything revolves in harmony around it
If the sun comes out or if it rains

It's ideal
It's surreal