Baila Comigo

If God wants
One day I want to be an Indian
Living naked, painted in green
On an eternal Sunday
Being a sloth, scaring tourists

And sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sun

If God wants
One day I'll end up flying
As banal as a sparrow
Kind of smuggled
Avoiding the slingshot, letting them curse me

And sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing

Dance with me
As if dancing in the tribe
Dance with me
There in my hideout, oh, oh, oh
Dance with me
As if dancing in the tribe
Dance with me
There in my hideout, oh, oh, oh

If God wants
One day I turn into a seed
And when the rain wets the garden
Ah, I'll be happy
And in the spring I'll sprout in the earth

And sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sun

If God wants
One day I die very old
At the right time, when the bomb explodes
I want to see from the window
And get into the VIP package

And sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing

Dance with me
As if dancing in the tribe
Dance with me
There in my hideout, oh, oh, oh
Dance with me
As if dancing in the tribe
Dance with me
There in my hideout, oh, oh, oh

And sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing
Sunbathing

Dance with me
As if dancing in the tribe
Dance with me
There in my hideout, oh, oh, oh
Dance with me
As if dancing in the tribe
Dance with me
There in my hideout, oh, oh, oh