Toc Toc is Macaco’s playful wake-up call. With each percussive “toc, toc,” the singer knocks on the listener’s imagination, urging us to open the door of routine and let our “loco” – the quirky, free-spirited side we usually hide – run wild. The chorus is as simple as it is irresistible: abre la puerta, saca tu loco a pasear. Translation? Stop overthinking, step outside the cage of what’s “correct,” and dance on the rooftops like a cat who never asked for permission.
The verses paint a vivid collage of rebellion and community. We are “la invisible manada” – an unseen pack moving together, a secret garden of creativity tucked under every pillow. Macaco lists what we are: quicksand on concrete floors, street-corner churches of passion, intuition’s siren, the fever in dry logic. It’s a manifesto that celebrates collective energy and joyful disobedience. If you choose to stay “closed for vacation” and blend into the crowd, that’s on you. But Macaco’s rhythmic knocking keeps echoing: open up, feel the fever of reason, breathe the air of rebellion, and join the unstoppable, smiling stampede.