Baila Baila

Pure bacchanalia of sun and carefree fun - as if summer decided it didn't care about the calendar and would stay forever. Everything here revolves around the rhythm of “baila-baila”: clapping, shouting, winking, and splashing drinks that smell of oranges and freedom. No one understands the words, and there's no need to - the meaning is clear from the first “olé!”.

The music sounds like an impromptu party on the balcony, where the neighbor with a pot becomes a drummer, and every sip becomes a reason to dance harder. It's not a song, but a collective burst of joy, when you just want to wave your hand at everything important and live until the last chord - loudly, cheerfully, and absolutely seriously.