A little girl and her blue ice lolly
An afternoon from a lifetime ago
A sign with writing in Turkish
Buy Gucci and have a kebab
Zebra crossings are vertebral columns
The streets are alive and we are animals
He shouldn't think anymore
Must stop, sing, dance
And do as they do in Bollywood
Let's party like in Bollywood
Like in a Bollywood musical
What a thin line there is between chaos and freedom
Your eyes are jungle inside the city
A nun and a drug dealer
At the bus stop
There is a strange smell in the courtyards
Like polenta and couscous
A guy writes in chat to a Russian woman that she is a bot
I've always felt comfortable in this melting pot
You shouldn't get angry anymore
Must stop, sing, dance
And do as they do in Bollywood
Let's party like in Bollywood
Barefoot like in Bollywood
What a thin line there is between chaos and freedom
Your sides are jungle inside the city
Dance, dance, like in a soap opera
Sing, sing, as if you were free
Dance, dance, with the crying moon
Close your eyes and this ship will become Ganges
Let's party like in Bollywood
A thousand colors like in Bollywood
What a thin line there is between chaos and freedom
Your legs are jungle inside the city