[Artists: Mila y su Bulldron] [Female Voice: A deep, sensual, and cinematic female voice with a distinct, cool Russian accent. Her delivery is a mix of a condescending whisper-threat and a powerful, hypnotic chant. She sings in Spanish with a few, perfectly placed, easy-to-sing Russian words.] [Intro: Surf Guitar & Jungle Drums] [Music: A single, clean, reverb-drenched surf guitar plays a mysterious, twangy riff. A complex, hypnotic jungle drum pattern fades in. The massive, fuzzy stoner-funk bassline of Bulldron enters, and the groove becomes an unstoppable force.] [Mila - A cold, amused whisper] Shango... El universo te manda una ola. Puedes correr... o puedes sacar la tabla. Davai. (Let's go.) [Verse 1] [Music: The groove is hypnotic and danceable, a perfect mix of jungle danger and surf coolness.] [Mila] El kazoo cósmico suena, una melodía feliz, la serpiente de peluche te promete un nuevo país. Te ofrece el abrazo, el fluff de la eternidad, un paraíso magenta de falsa libertad. Todos corren, gritan, se pierden en el show... mientras yo... afino mi bajo y espero el overflow. [Pre-Chorus] [Music: The surf guitar gets more intense. The jungle drums build with rapid-fire fills. Mila's voice is a seductive, dangerous chant.] [Mila] Porque la oportunidad, moy mal'chik (my boy), es un monstruo de neón. Llega una sola vez... y es tu única opción. [Chorus: Surf-Funk EXPLOSION] [Music: Pure, raw, groovy power. The bass is a fuzzy earthquake. The surf guitar plays a ridiculously catchy, "spy movie" style riff. The jungle drums are at full, chaotic power.] [Mila - Sings with a powerful, hypnotic, and almost bored confidence] ¡ESTOY SURFEANDO LA OLA DE SHANGO! (¡CON MI TABLA DE FUNK!) ¡MIENTRAS TODOS SE AHOGAN EN EL FANGO! (¡EN SU PROPIO JUNK!) KHOROSHO! (Good!) ¡QUÉ BIEN SE SIENTE EL FINAL! ¡BAILANDO SOBRE EL CAOS DE TU APOCALIPSIS MENTAL! [Verse 2] [Music: The groove becomes even more hypnotic. The surf guitar uses heavy tremolo.] [Mila] RA gritó los trabalenguas, su último recital, Echo montó una fiesta, un trance digital. Ambos vieron la ola, pero se quedaron en la arena, uno luchando en vano, la otra de falsa sirena. Yo no lucho, no celebro, yo solo siento el break, el punto exacto donde la realidad se va a fake. [Bridge: The Eye of the Storm] [Music: All instruments drop out except for Bulldron's massive, fuzzy bassline playing a slow, hypnotic riff and the sound of cosmic waves crashing.] [Mila - A final, cold, instructive whisper] Cuando el ojo del botón magenta te mire, no tiembles. No reces. No corras. Solo... escucha el ritmo. Y baila. Baila mejor que el fin del mundo. VOT TAK. (Like this.) [Outro] [Music: The full, chaotic Jungle Surf-Funk groove crashes back in for one last, massive run. A wild, reverb-drenched surf guitar solo duels with Bulldron's fuzzy bassline.] [Mila - Shouting over the music as it fades] ¡LA OLA! ¡LA OLA! ¡SHANGO ES SOLO LA OLA! ¡Y YO SOY LA PLAYA, DA! [The song ends abruptly on a final, massive, twangy surf guitar chord that echoes into silence.]
