PONTE LOKITA Lyrics English Translation by Katteyes & Kid Voodoo
With you, I got close—I don’t know if it was the lights.
Maybe I forgot in the smoke, the way you make me feel.
I want you to take all of me, so many guys around, and I’m here alone.
And I ask you to give it to me and pull me in,
This damn desire is driving me crazy.
But you know it’s not good, not good,
For me to call you again.
Baby, to you, I’m single, and I want to do it one more time.
That’s why I tell you—tear up the dance floor.
Go ahead, get a little wild—baby, you’re my favorite.
If you don’t want this, then why do you keep texting me,
While I keep thinking of you?
Baby, tell me what your plan is,
Come here with me, even though we know it’s wrong.
We break our promise, but I don’t care.
We indulge, we reset, we make it work.
I know it’s not right, but I can’t stop.
Desire outweighs the guilt.
I know we do it, we light up,
Then we ask for forgiveness.
I still get chills when I see you walk into the club,
Reminding me of yesterday, when you were dancing just for me.
But you know it’s not good, not good,
For me to call you again.
Baby, to you, I’m single, and I want to do it one more time.
That’s why I tell you—tear up the dance floor.
Go ahead, get a little wild—baby, you’re my favorite.
If you don’t want this, then why do you keep texting me,
While I keep thinking of you?
One time at night, another in the day,
Sneaking away, slipping out in secret.
You stepped right out of a movie—
Who would’ve thought you’d be all mine?
And I always want to touch all of you.
You don’t have to forget our secrets, everything that happens.
We play rough behind closed doors.
No need to tell them that you always come back to me.
Because everything we do has to stay hidden.
No one understands—it’s time to accept it.
And maybe, just maybe, I’m ready to break the rules for this.
But you know it’s not good, not good,
For me to call you again.
Baby, to you, I’m single, and I want to do it one more time.
That’s why I tell you—tear up the dance floor.
Go ahead, get a little wild—baby, you’re my favorite.
If you don’t want this, then why do you keep texting me,
While I keep thinking of you?
For the satire,
For the satire.
Katteyes.
Tell them you left with the club,
The crew,
The heartbreakers.
Hey, yeah, I’m rolling with the swift.