Baila Baila

Pure bacchanalia of sunshine 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 they don't need to - the meaning is clear from the first ‘olé!’.

The music sounds like an impromptu party on the balcony, where the neighbour with a saucepan becomes the drummer, and every sip becomes a reason to dance harder. This is 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.