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