[Intro] [Sound of a massive splash followed by a sizzling grill sound: TSSSSS] [The "Tunak Tunak" Rhythm starts but played on Plastic Buckets and Surf Guitars] [El Mikel - Screaming with joy and pain]: ¡AAAAAH! ¡QUEMA! ¡QUEMA! But it feels so good, bo! Everybody to the water! Invoke the Name! Invoke the Heat! [Pre-Chorus] [Rhythm builds up fast. Claps: Clap-Clap-Clap] KROMA is the sun! KROMA is the sand! KROMA is the melting ice cream in your hand! Don't put on the shirt! Don't put on the hat! We are frying like a burger, tell me where you at?! [Whistle blows rhythmically] [Chorus] [The DROP. Pure Bhangra-Phonk Madness. Viral Dance Step.] KROMA! KROMA! KROMA! ¡TA! KROMA! KROMA! KROMA! ¡JA! MELT THE PLASTIC! MELT THE BONE! THIS IS THE SUMMER IN THE DANGER ZONE! DALE KROMA! (Hot!) DALE KROMA! (Sweat!) THE MOST INQUIETANTE PARTY YOU WILL EVER GET! ¡A la agua pato! [Verse 1] [Fast Flow - Rioplatense Slang] Look at the rambla, it’s a frying pan, I’m walking barefoot like a crazy man! The asphalt is sticky, the air is thick, KROMA gives the energy, KROMA makes you... sick? (No, sick as in cool!) Pass me the mate, but make it cold (Tereré!), We are living legends, getting bold. The jellyfish are dancing, the crabs are raving, This is the apocalypse that we are craving! [Chorus] [Massive Energy. Even louder.] KROMA! KROMA! KROMA! ¡TA! KROMA! KROMA! KROMA! ¡JA! MELT THE PLASTIC! MELT THE BONE! THIS IS THE SUMMER IN THE DANGER ZONE! DALE KROMA! DALE KROMA! IT'S NOT A SUNBURN, IT'S A DIPLOMA! [Bridge] [Music slows down. Distortion increases. Unsettling vibe.] [El Mikel - Whispering, hypnotic]: Siente el calor... (Feel the heat...) Your skin is golden. Your brain is liquid. Why go home? There is no home. Only KROMA. [Sudden Scream]: ¡CORNALITO FRITO! [Outro] [Surf Rock Solo mixed with Bhangra voices] KROMA KROMA KROMA! DALE GAS! IT NEVER ENDS! IT NEVER SETS! THE SUN IS WATCHING ALL YOUR BETS! ¡TA! [Sound of a body hitting the water: SPLASH] [El Mikel]: Está helada. (It's freezing.)
