Megustrafika

Calamity! I'm turning into stress!
There's a truck over my head
I feel a touch very berebere
God didn't want it to be said

Molotov party inside my brain
I feel hot, cold, sun, the rain
Tazmania inside my veins
The reveillon with the saints

Brand fresh pie Ketama!
Walking like Bananarama
Getting high on Al-Hamana!
Highly drowned in the Sahara

Megustrafika
Tegustafrika

I feel the world but my hand's not full
Brought a cork you cannot pull
Morning look as a fool
Dromadero is my tool

Road trippin' just until
Palms, sand over the hills
Inspirable space you feel
The feeling is just unreal

Vasco Pompaelo*