What’s in your dream I wanna know And tell me can you see the afterglow ?
An island in the snow is what you draw And then you know you can’t let go
What you’ve never seen I’ll show you
I’m stepping in your dreams I’ll wall through
Open your eyes
And tell me twice
You don’t see life otherwise Tell me how
Tell me how
If you don’t try you never know
What you’ve never seen
I ll show you
I m stepping in your dreams I ‘ll wall through

We've talked enough
We're sharing nothing
I start to laugh
While hearing you talking to
My door
I laugh
I keep you close but
Crave for you to go
My love
I keep you close but
Right behind my door

We've lied enough
We've darkened our springs
I start to laugh
While hearing you talking to
My door
I laugh
I keep you close but
Crave for you to go
My love
I keep you close but
Right behind my door

ES:

tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas

a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas

somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática

guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas

flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón

miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas con sus capsulas letales como efímeras erráticas

es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata

flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón

no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría



EN:

I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles

in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical

we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection

keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you

skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants

they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches with their lethal capsules as ephemeral erratics

it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills

skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants

we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats