Rasta roots, me again so come listen to one
This is the plain, no, this is of message
From the alluland
It is one of those days
On which I look up to the sky
trying to decipher who you are
Sometimes far away
and sometimes nearby
sometimes to rise
and others to fall and I,
when you approach me,
I'm not responsible for my actions,
I feel that here I go
from hating you to loving you,
from the beginning to the end,
seeking a little bit of love
Rockit out and rockit in
from Dublin to Babylon
Jump it out and jump it in
From Kingston to Providence land
Seeking a little bit of love
There are things in life
in which you don't find a way out
And before your eyes the curtain closes
And you cover the mouth of the volcano
that produces lava that has been
inside here for a thousand years[?], and I,
knitting nets to see if
I can catch you and here I go
Straining off the putty in the middle of
this deadly tropic
Rock it out and rock it in
Oh yeah
From Dublin to Babylon
buscando un poco de amor.
Jump it out and jump it in
from Brasilia to Medellín
Seeking a little bit of love...