[Intro: Enzo Saporito]
Sounds that arrive from a place
Sounds that arrive from a place far a way
I like them...
They please me...
They caress my head
Sounds of land...
Of my land
Of my land
Of my land

[Chorus]
In my land
The sun every day warms warms warms
You listen to me, and follow this words which make you think and make you heated up

[Verse 1: Dr. Drer]
This is the music that I like
Open the heart move your foot
Let yourself go, shake your body
Listen to the rhythm that comes from the DJ
Sounds that come from a far far place
I get fever when the bass riff kicks in
I feel vibrations likе a rasta man
I see all the colours of our land
[Verse 2: Enzo Saporito]
Gold as wheat of Campidanu
Red as thе sun in the morning
Green as tree, vineyard, patch of land
Orange as the oranges of Santu Sparau

[Verse 3]
I feel like reggae in Sardinia already
Like this in summer the party never stops
By the sea, in the town square or in the mountains
I feel like reggae in Sardinia a lot

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4]
Taking the microphone ampes me up
Like if it was the first time when I started
With Mou, Alex P, Dr. Drer(?) next to me
"Sardegna canta" early nineties
That you're still here, and even since a while
Dr. Drer & CRC Posse we're from the old school
From the town festivals, in the streets, in parades
This is the music that I like

[Verse 5: Dr. Drer]
With the rhyme in Sardinian that comes out naturally
Yes, only original stuff
Homemade like warm bread
When the sun is still not rising
[Bridge]
Rises the sun in downtown Casteddu
Hard as a bullet
Listen to this one!

[Verse 6: Dr. Drer]
We, in the early morning
Fill the square with all the colours of summer
The people that sees us
On a van
"Look at those fools, there's a demonstration"
We move all together like a river
The music, the party, and we the openers
The shop assistant cheers up, the shop owner gets angry
But we're a sea that goes always forward
We sing "Bella Ciao" and "Sardigna cust'est s'ora"
Out, out, the exploting class!
Put some raggamuffin that I improvise like crazy
People opens the window and salutes us
As we bring the sun in a moment
In the city of prohibitions and prefects
Amongst freemasons, slaves and pimps
What a beautiful sun this fools have!

[Chorus x4]