The concrete jungle awakens
on the wings of a nocturnal flight,
while the night swallows the day.
What a burning desire to leap.
While the Tarantula stings the heart, and bewitches
I see a whole world burning in your eyes.
A tambourine heals the torment,
scrapes it, cleans it.
The Tarantula bites your sides
Barefoot, wild, she dances
and the soul finally vents.
The Tarantula stings, bites.
The Tarantula stings, bites.
The Tarantula stings, bites.