The easy-smiling paladin who despairs
Dressed in tropical green but seems like a black cloud
Queen of the streets
The end of summer
Lives where tears become waterfalls
Moves her legs like in a samba, without gravity
Among the evening prayers, the passion fruit juice
I blow out all the smoke

Dense, dense
The air in this room
There's my head inside the fog
Dense, dense
The air in my mouth
And every word almost touches

Ola ola ola
Ola ola (ola)

Ola ola ola
(Ola ola) ola ola

Ola (dense dense) ola ola
(Ola) ola ola, I know I won't go there

Ola ola ola
(Ola ola) ola ola

And her hand goes down on her body
Lighter and lighter (lighter)
Hanging on the heart it seems like a fern
In the middle of the cliff
She doesn't want to give explanations
Always stays on the surface
Like those who suffer from vertigo underwater
But she doesn't tell you
Among the evening prayers, the passion fruit juice
I blow out all the smoke

Dense, dense
The air in this room
There's my head inside the fog
Dense, dense
The air in my mouth
And every word almost touches

Ola ola ola
Ola ola (ola)

Ola ola ola
(Ola ola) ola ola

Ola (dense dense) ola ola
(Ola) ola ola, I know I won't go there

Ola ola ola
(Ola ola) ola ola

Dense, dense
The air in this room
There's my head inside the fog
Dense, dense
The air in my mouth
And every word almost touches

Ola ola ola
Ola ola (ola)

Ola ola ola
(Ola ola) ola ola

Ola (dense dense) ola ola
(Ola) ola ola, I know I won't go there

Ola ola ola
(Ola ola) ola ola

Dense, dense
The air in this room
There's my head inside the fog
Dense, dense
The air in my mouth
And every word almost touches

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