My parents went away for the weekend
all the friends from the neighborhood, we had a party
what a fun celebration, did not want to rest
went crazy - did what we wanted.
Like bees in fields of flowers
drinking from the nectar of youth
we loved to be happy, we loved to dance
we loved at that moment to be alive
in the big city, in a small apartment
there is a blowout party for all the neighborhood
Free and unrestrained, like leaves in the wind
and the beat intensifies and is dizzying
young happy people with open minds
feeling with all the body, how the blood flows
Like bees in fields of flowers...