Tell me, people don't have jobs
Look at the roads in the afternoon, better to walk, there is a traffic jam
The humidity burns the eyes
Old news, all the same,
So tell me, honestly
I don't know, how much more we can tolerate this
we need something else, an air conditioner
or a refrigerator, before
we go crazy here,
Oh dear god it is so hot
I feel like tearing up my cloth, and go diving
I want something sweet on my tongue, untill all this will over, Oh dear god, how I am feeling hot
To tear my clothes off,
and breathe, I want something sweet on my tongue, untill the sun down
With a glass in my hand, that is cooling my body,
The music feels good
in my ears, and I don't mind that it is getting crowded, someone splashes water on you,
The news from the morning were dry, now you know, it is better for you not to see that girl with the pink (swimsuit) that driving all of us crazy