[Intro – spoken with vibe] Yah man... Every likkle man an’ woman inna di village Rememba di place... Siitari. Home, seen? [Verse 1] Dere we see di break-ups, and di blessin' of di rings Sometime a fight buss out, start for simple tings Two dolla beer, wid a moose pon di wall But more love inside dan any dancehall Di baddest yout' sing Jamppa Tuomi's song Him cry one night, mi give him a drink, said “Stay strong” But inna Siitari, no one get judged Even di outcast get a blessin’ and a hug [Chorus] Siitari – di village only bar Behind di counter, Piipi with di ice inna jar Di pool table crooked, balls slide to di side But dat no matter, we come fi di vibes Dartboard pon wall, but darts on di floor Somebody shout “Raasclaat!” – likkle gyal on him core Beer warm, same tune pon repeat cycle Still I sing dis song, fi Siitari’s survival [Chorus repeat] Siitari – di village only bar Behind di counter, Piipi with di ice inna jar Di pool table crooked, balls slide to di side But dat no matter, we come fi di vibes Dartboard pon wall, but darts on di floor Somebody shout “Raasclaat!” – likkle gyal on him core Beer warm, same tune pon repeat cycle Still I sing dis song, fi Siitari’s survival [Verse 2] Mi youth full of fire, mi act like king Man believe bar last forever, like everyting Now mi dreams stay pon di old bar desk Mi step to di yard, heart pound in mi chest Still mi go to di gate like someone dey Mi knock pon door, like friend gon’ say “stay” But light dem off, and di vibes dem gone Only memory smoke like di blessed ganja drawn [Chorus repeat – with more soul] Siitari – di village only bar Behind di counter, Piipi with di ice inna jar Di pool table crooked, balls slide to di side But dat no matter, we come fi di vibes Dartboard pon wall, but darts on di floor Somebody shout “Raasclaat!” – likkle gyal on him core Beer warm, same tune pon repeat cycle Still I sing dis song, fi Siitari’s survival [Final Chorus – slow and deep] Siitari – one love, one bar No matter di distance, it nah far In di heart of di village, di spirit still blaze Like herb in di night, like laughter inna haze No dart, no drink, no pool table remain But inna di soul, di memory sustain So light one up, and raise up di toast To Siitari – di place we miss di most
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