It's like a reggae, blue like a lagoon, burning like a cloudless sky. In Montego Bay, at night we dream of life like an immense beach, like an image of passion. The wave comes from the Atlantic, the scent of the Arizes. Under the instructions of the tropics, an impression of eternity. Your body that dances and sleeps, craves and goes crazy for music. And all the stress we invent, under the sun of Jamaica. We can see, my beautiful, a faithful love, change of rhythm and change of air. Deploy its wings, open up more beautiful, eliminating the borders. The further we go, the better we are. The wave comes from the Atlantic, the scent of the Arizes. Under the instructions of the tropics, an impression of eternity. Your body that dances and sleeps, craves and goes crazy for music. And all the stress we invent, under the sun of Jamaica. The wave comes from the Atlantic, the scent of the Arizes. Under the instructions of the tropics, an impression of eternity. Your body that dances and sleeps, craves and goes crazy for music. And all the stress we invent, under the sun of Jamaica. And all the stress we invent, under the sun of Jamaica.