Shakamanarga

Ahh, oh, ooh It's a sapphire sky, yet again In Shakamanarga People, meandering round in the town of Shakamanarga The sweet sound of the guitar blends in with the cicadas Lapping waves in the town of Shakamanarga Oh, the boats go out and the fishermen fish The boats come in but it still feels the same Oh, I like the way things don't change The town is like clockwork, clockwork Shakamanarga, Shakamanarga Shakamanarga, oh, whoah, hmm Golden sunlight in the evening of Shakamanarga Light bouncing if the rolling ocean Oh, the boats go out, the fishermen fish The boats come in but I still feel the same Oh, I like the way things don't change This town is like clockwork, clockwork Shakamanarga, Shakamanarga Shakamanarga, Shakamanarga Shakamanarga, hmm, ooh Shakamanarga, oh, ooh Now the sun has hidden behind the headland And you can only see by the bobbing lights on the water Shakamanarga, Shakamanarga Shakamanarga, oh, hmm Shakamanarga, Shakamanarga oh, whoah Shakamanarga