(Ooh, I'm asking you singing, from the bottom of your heart
Tell me what makes you happy, my love)
Tonight I had a dream (ah yeah?)
I found myself in an airport (and who cares?)
In one hand my suitcase (interesting)
And in the other my passport (wow)
The debts on my neck
were greeting from afar (hasta la vista)
There was also Pepe Mujica 1
who was telling me “Be careful” (Señorita)
I'm behind the times
I want a family, a villa, two Grammys (yeah, whatever)
I advance blindly, heavy legs
I don't know what I want, but I want to get there
Ooh, I'm asking you singing, from the bottom of your heart
Tell me what makes you happy, my love
For me, in life, to be happy
A lover and a good balance in the bank is enough for me
But if I remain poor, well then, patience
A medium-power car is enough for me
With a super loud stereo, for this beautiful CD
But before asking me anything,
Just bring me a piña colada
Just bring me a piña colada
Bring me right now a piña colada
But the most frequent error
is not living in the present
Between depression and paranoia
Bend your head, the executioner is arriving
We are too much, too creative
Some are sad, many are suckers, few are bad
We all are obsessed with little jackets
Parents a little distracted, smartphones
Locked in the toilets for 20 years, with Mickey Mouses2
that chase the Minnies with hand-blenders
We ignore the words of the smallest [kids]
But how do you expect them to understand? They're kids
For me, in life, to be happy
A lover and a good balance in the bank is enough for me
But if I remain poor, well then, patience
A medium-power car is enough for me
With a super loud stereo, for this beautiful CD
But before asking me anything,
Just bring me a piña colada
Just bring me a piña colada
Bring me right now a piña colada
I wanted to bring you a piña colada
But I am drunk because I drank it
Summer starts, winter is over
However I don't have a euro and I take the sun home
I'm alone in the middle of the water like a refugee
Answer the intercom,
C'mon I need the piece, I mean one for the hood of my car
Come upstairs, don't open the door to my mother,
I'll leave you coffee in mocha, but I still have things to do
Don't tell me summer is beautiful, with the holidays you all take
I see mom make skins with the potato peeler
I'll continue to laugh at you below my mustache
Because you gotta live and laugh at the annoyances
Izeh
Ooh, I'm asking you singing, from the bottom of your heart
Tell me what makes you happy, my love
For me, in life, to be happy
A lover and a good balance in the bank is enough for me
But if I remain poor, well then, patience
A medium-power car is enough for me
With a super loud stereo, for this beautiful CD
But before asking me anything,
Just bring me a piña colada
Just bring me a piña colada
Bring me right now a piña colada
1. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-203341362. Mickey Mouse himself, but also an Italian editorial magazine about Disney