Once upon a time, there was a man on an island;
he was the voice of Kingston Town.
His words were politics;
the rebellion inside a rastaman heart.1
They soiled our sea, the future of our children.
I was thinking about a thousand things last month, I was a bit down;
because here, if you fall down, it’s rare that you can bounce back,
and then life becomes the opposite of what you dream of.
And on the subway, everyone with their phone,
these people look at their screen, they never talk to each other;
they are frightened, thanks to the news in the newscast
which broadcasts tragedies, revenges and troubles every day.
Take me where it’s always day and it’s always sunny,
where the weather is beautiful and doesn’t change the people;
a place where this small talk is no longer noisy,
where it doesn’t matter what you have except for passion.
I’ve seen the sea and kids running to the shore,
in the general disaster and the evil politics;
I’ve seen dead people in stadiums and then us wondering why;
we are slaves of a system, now I’ll tell you about a king.
Once upon a time, there was a man on an island;
he was the voice of Kingston Town.
His words were politics;
the rebellion inside a rastaman heart.
He taught me that you can find freedom in the wind.
It comes and goes, comes and goes.
And that you don’t need to be rich, a truly rich person is rich inside.
It comes and goes, comes and goes.
You see how this strange life is;
it passes in front of us and then it steals our time.
We are peaceful, without city anxiety.
You’re so beautiful when you’re sleeping.
Yeah, yeah, everything comes and goes.
Yeah, yeah, everything comes and goes.
Every pain disappears sooner or later,
and all the rest comes and goes, it’s a natural process.
Even the things hard to forget
will be just a distant distress sooner or later;
like in Kingston,
where the sun wakes you, hate has not yet won,
people smile to you by instinct,
that man still lives in the prophecies he wrote,
the landscape looks fake, like it has been taken from a painting.
The summer is coming to an end, I already feel nostalgic;
I know everything comes and goes; as it comes, then it goes.
Love comes and goes, everything comes and goes.
But a corrupt system can’t change unfortunately.
Once upon a time, there was a man on an island;
he was the voice of Kingston Town.
His words were politics;
the rebellion inside a rastaman heart.
He taught me that you can find freedom in the wind.
It comes and goes, comes and goes.
And that you don’t need to be rich, a truly rich person is rich inside.
It comes and goes, comes and goes.
He taught me that you can find freedom in the wind.
(It passes in front of us and then it steals our time)
And that you don’t need to be rich, a truly rich person is rich inside.
(You’re so beautiful when you’re sleeping)
Yeah, yeah, everything comes and goes.
Yeah, yeah, everything comes and goes.
1. Bob Marley