Life is made of salt
The Sun cooks the head
Like the fantasies that burn
But this is not South America
(What's good about the world . . . )
The beach seems crowded
Double in a square meter
That way I remain more attached to you
While the radio plays Bertè's1 song
And the Moon knocked2 for me
I put in my pocket a guitar, the sea, and a bonfire
The desire climbs on me like the snow in the North
What do you do then?
If you like we can love each other
Every summer we are always this way
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
You need to take it and dance dance
And with eyes shut sing, sing
The night never ends
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
Do not wait always for the Sun, the Sun
You need to move and dance, dance
Two lips like a miracle
The heart beats and makes
Starfishes that fight
But this isn't South America
(The Moon that takes breath away . . . )
The aim isn't important
What counts is going
A hundred miles to reach you
A hundred folds in the stomach
But it was worth it
And we ignite some other night round a bonfire
The desire climbs on me like the snow in the North
What do you do then?
If you want we can dance
Every summer we are always this way
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
You need to take it and dance dance
And with eyes shut sing, sing
The night never ends
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
Do not wait always for the Sun, the Sun
You need to move and dance, dance
In this Italian summer
The selfies make a scene
You always want to dance reggaeton
But this isn't South America
Every summer we are always this way
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
You need to take it and dance dance
And with eyes shut sing, sing
The night never ends
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
Do not wait always for the Sun, the Sun
You need to move and dance, dance
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
(Dance, dance, sing, sing . . . )
Corona, lemon, tequila, bum bum
(The Sun, the Sun . . . Dance, dance . . . )
1. Singer2. E la luna bussò, originally, a song title