Tonight you gotta look in my eyes. You got it, you drive me out of my mind. . Drive, driven. Gave, given. It's dangerous to stay. And I say. Drive, driven.
This one's called. Now for you. Downtown samba. . Canal Street's where we dance. We do the rhumba, samba. The city's hot, we're almost naked. It's a scandal.
We are here. In this holy cave today. To celebrate. The reincarnation. Of Domingo de Santa Clara. The man who convinced us. That there is no Lord. For His name is Buddha, Allah, Shiva, Jahve.
The sun. Blowing the moon away. Lights me up for. One more day. The streets are naked. In the morning sun. The night lifts behind me. I run and run. .
I'm walkin' downtown. No lookin' around. 'Cause I'm a fool and a half. Blessed and beaten by love. . I walk in the direction. But then I stop the action.
I never meet her in the city. But believe me she is pretty. Six-hundred-fifty miles away. I meet my angel in the desert. In the desert I can meet her.
Your dancing drives me crazy. I want to see it all night long. DJ could be playing. Always this one song. Your dancing drives me crazy. Your dancing drives me mad.