The Cali cartel is a brothel
Better the holiday traffic
Those endless queues of cars
That you see on the news
They put me in a good mood
Like the beach resorts
And the sky when it's all blue
And the sky when it's all blue

And the air that smells of sea
And we all want to swim
And we all want to swim
And the sun that does us good
To the skin, to the eyes, to the bones
And it doesn't make us think

I send you a voice message
Of ten minutes
Just to tell you
How happy I am
But how bitchy
This happiness is
That lasts a minute
But what a hit it gives us

But how nice it is to sweat in the summer
At weddings, at the post office
At the patron saint's feast
When the steering wheel can't be touched
It puts me in a good mood
Like the wind under the shirt
And the beer that warms up quickly
And the beer that warms up quickly

And the air that smells of salt
And we all want to kiss
And we all want to kiss
And the sun that does us good
To the skin, to the eyes, to the bones
And it doesn't make us think

I send you a voice message
Of ten minutes
Just to tell you
How happy I am
But how bitchy
This happiness is
That lasts a minute
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit
But what a hit it gives us

Right, left, rhythm, rhythm
Here comes the part I like best
The purple and orange above the heads
The body that melts with the white

But how bitchy
This happiness is
That lasts a minute
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit
But what a hit it gives us

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