Текст пісні
Reggae children, look alive, oh rebels
It's the time of our resurrection
It's not us who anger the universe
With weapons of mass destruction
Rise, rasta, rise, rise, rise
We are at the place of flames
To sing these songs of dreams
Slap the drums, make a joyful noise
Sing these songs, sing these songs of dreams
Sing and dance, sing these songs
Sing these songs of dreams
Look alive, reggae children, look alive now
You're not caught in the whirlwinds of your father's sin
War is what rests in the bosoms of the stupid ones
Rise, rasta, rise, rise, rise
We are at the place of flames
To sing these songs of dreams
Slap the drums, make a joyful noise
Sing these songs, sing these songs of dreams
Sing and dance, sing these songs
Sing these songs of dreams
Instrumental
As we walk through the vineyards
Let wisdom, truth and peace
Seep inside your hearts
Toil every morning until work itself
Became a pleasant discipline again
Then shout, shout, shout
How you reclaimed your head
Rise, rasta, rise, rise, rise
We are at the place of flames
To sing these songs of dreams
Slap the drums, make a joyful noise
Sing these songs, sing these songs of dreams
Sing and dance, sing these songs
Sing these songs of dreams