Текст песни Down Here in the Islands (Nick Granato) с переводом

Just the sound of the trade winds blowing

Waves rolling on the beach,

The fragrance from the Bougainvillea

Fills the air, smells so sweet…

Market fresh with friendly faces

Greeting tourists just in port

Natives bargain earn their living

Sell their goods from makeshift stores…

Palm trees sway to a reggae rhythm,

Dolphins playing just off shore…

Down here in the islands, Life’s so simple under the sun,

Laid back and always smiling, the clock moves slow,

Nobody runs,

Hear the sounds of children laughing

Building castles in the sand

See the ships out on the horizon

Bringing folks from far off lands

Rum drinks in the afternoon,

Sun sets, romance rules,

A Sailboat silhouettes the harbor,

Skipping out across the bay

Guess it’s time I should be going back…

Maybe I should stay…

Words & Music By Nick Granato

© 2004 Song Harbor Music/BMI