Baila Comigo

If God wills it, one day I want to be a Native
Live naked, painted green on an endless Sunday
Be a sloth and scare off tourists

And soak up the sun, soak up the sun, soak up the sun, sun

If God wills it, one day I’ll end up flying
So mundane, just like a sparrow, a bit of smuggling
Dodge the slingshot, let them curse me
And soak up the sun, soak up the sun, soak up the sun, soak up the sun

Dance with me, like we dance in the tribe
Dance with me, in my hideaway

If God wills it, one day I’ll turn into a seed
And when the rain waters the garden, oh, I’ll be so pleased
And in the spring, I’ll sprout from the earth
And soak up the sun, soak up the sun, soak up the sun, sun

If God wills it, one day I’ll die old
At the moment it goes down, I want to see from the window
And get into the VIP section