Cassalla Paradise

Cassalla Paradise
I’m gonna let myself fall.
Cassalla Paradise
Cannon fire is raining down.
Night in Valencia,
the outcasts have left the houses empty.
Open doors, I left my worries on the table
Girl, tonight we’re gonna explode, we’ve come out of the caves
and we’ve closed the hole,
baby, don’t pay too much attention to me,
I’m in a good mood and I’ve got a poker in my hands.

Night in Valencia,
the walls say what the papers keep quiet.
You’ve got fire in your eyes and I want to
sing in your ear:
Girl, tonight we’re gonna explode, Valencia is
rotting and I’m rotting with it,
baby, don’t pay too much attention to me,
I’m in a good mood and I’ve got a poker in my hands.

And how do you expect my head to be
if this is paradise,
always in the night.
And how do you expect my head to be
if I’m like a dog chasing your bones.

Welcome to the world of the craziest kid,
short is the message that comes to you little by little,
before we continue, close your fist, I’m back,
Gossa Sorda called and here we are,
this time, I ask,
I thank you, the applause for the success,
I come to provoke sensations, it’s a comeback,
without the style of champions, we show the
progress.

Very good my friend; very good, I can’t complain,
play, play, everything’s perfect,
Arnau, Julio, brother, Yaman, satisfied
from Gandia, I represent reggae,
nights on the beach and cassalla, a feeling.

By habit,
liters of bottles that in the end get consumed,
hey, our rage, the fight is slow,
I scream to the sky until I fall,
eh, I want my people ready so 1,2,3 dance
only the crew from the East survives the cazalla,
I want strong throats ready for battle.

Is anyone there? The Roottttttttt,

Cassalla Paradise
I’m gonna let myself fall.
Cassalla Paradise
Cannon fire is raining down.