FRESCO

Today we are going to escape
Forward and without looking
How many turns are we going to take
Until we find each other again

Today we are going to escape
Forward and without looking
How many turns are we going to take
Until we find each other again

I leave with what I have, I offer you this that is fresh
Without looking at the rest, not that I'm not modest
But now I don't worry
About the gestures of the fools who are watching closely, wow

We in our own, enjoyment and fullness
And you checking out the style my crew brings
You're not in my club, you lack attitude
You're looking to see how to steal my groove

I brought rum with lemon, to cut through these gray days
If this city seems like a congress of unhappy people
The hot cement has already formed a desert
The world is a madhouse, but outdoors

The Sun comes out, we dance malambo
The warmth is here, that's why I brought some cash
And drowning sorrows we do it by drinking
It never goes well, that's why they end up floating

Fear, those who don't walk have
I play at falling upwards
Fire to burn your lie
And don't ask me what I did because I don't know anymore

I don't want to fall, today I go out to kill
I won't go back to stay behind
Don't tell me anything, I'm going there
I'm going up and I won't look back

Today we are going to escape
Forward and without looking
How many turns are we going to take
Until we find each other again

Today we are going to escape
Forward and without looking
How many turns are we going to take
Until we find each other again

I don't know how to tell you that I saw you
And what I felt, to tell you that

That now nothing bad will happen to you
That I find something nice in missing you
I feel you're there, even if I can't talk to you
Your warmth accompanies me, it always goes everywhere

Fear, those who don't walk have
I play at falling upwards
Fire to burn your lie
And don't ask me what I did because I don't know anymore

I don't want to fall, today I go out to kill
I won't go back to stay behind
Don't tell me anything, I'm going there
I'm going up and I won't look back

Down, here we are chopping garlic
I move my hips and it all goes to hell, wow
The whistle of the wind whispers
That we can't look anymore

Down, baby, we worked hard
Move my hips and it all goes to hell, wow
The whistle of the wind whispers in the ear
That we can't look anymore

I hope
Between the line that the sea and the sky draw
Calm
There's time for our ice to melt