Once upon a time there was a man on an island
it was Kingston Town's voice
his words were political
his rebellion inside a rastaman's heart
They dirtied our see, our children's future
I thought about thousand things a month ago, I was a little bit down
because if you fall here it's rare that you come back
and then life become the opposite of what you dream of
everybody with their cell phone in the underground
this people look at the screen, we never talk
it's scared thanks to television news
that daily transmits tragedies, revenges and troubles
take me when it's always day and there's always the sun
where's the weather is good and doesn't change people
a place where these palaver doesn't make noise
where doesn't matter what you have over the passion
i've seen the sea and kids running on the shore
in the general disaster and bad policy
i've seen deads in the stadiums and then we asking the reason
why
we're slaves of system, now i'm going to talk about a king
Once upon a time there was a man on an island
it was Kingston Town's voice
his words were political
his rebellion inside a rastaman's heart
he taught me that you find freedom in the wind
it goes and go away, it goes and goes away
and there's no need to be rich, a true one is rich inside
it goes and goes away
You see this strange life how it goes
it passes in front of you and then steal our time
we're quiet without anxiety from cities
how beautiful you are when you're sleeping
yeah, yeah, everything goes and goes away
yeah, yeah, everything goes and goes away
Every pain disappears sooner or later
and the rest goes and go away, natural process
even the difficult things to forget
sooner or later they will be only distant paranoia
like at Kingston
where sun awakes us, hate hasn't win yet
people smiles at you instinctively
that man lives in the instinctively that he has written
the landscape looks fake, as taken from a painting
summer is ending, i already feel the nostalgia
i know that everything goes and goes away, as it goes and goes away
love arrives and goes away, everything goes and goes away
but a system which is already corrupted, unfortunately you can't change it
Once upon a time there was a man on an island
it was Kingston Town's voice
his words were political
his rebellion inside a rastaman's heart
he taught me that you find freedom in the wind
it goes and go away, it goes and goes away
and there's no need to be rich, a true one is rich inside
it goes and goes away
he taught me that you find freedom in the wind
(it passes in front of you and then steal our time)
and there's no need to be rich, a true one is rich inside
(how beautiful you are when you're sleeping)
yeah, yeah, everything goes and goes away
yeah, yeah, everything goes and goes away