[Intro] [Vibrant and rich organic percussion groove builds up] [Mesmerizing, exotic Indian flute melody enters] [Whisper: Tutti Frutti... Cartier... Paris...] [Verse 1] The Indian noon is melting gold in the shade, Carved precious stones, a sacred history made. And Paris explodes with these daring designs, Intertwining the luxury, crossing the lines. The fire of rubies, an emerald spark, Living inside of Art Deco, making a mark. The sapphire blue calls us into a trance, The House of Cartier gives this breathtaking dance. [Chorus] [Explosive dynamic afro-house drop] [Heavy driving bassline and full exotic drums] Oh, Tutti Frutti! Vibrant explosion of stone! A triumph of colors right on your throne! The berries and leaves frozen tight on your hand, The language of luxury few understand. The joy of this life... in a beautiful flame! [Verse 2] Maharajas have opened their long-hidden chest, Where every bright color is clearly the best. The platinum branches are holding the grace, Lighting a creative fire right in this place. No strict rules or borders can hold us tonight, Just admiration of eyes under this light. The jeweler created this wild, brilliant view, Where every single glance is completely brand new. [Chorus] Oh, Tutti Frutti! Vibrant explosion of stone! A triumph of colors right on your throne! The berries and leaves frozen tight on your hand, The language of luxury few understand. The joy of this life... in a beautiful flame! [End]
