I sniff and smell the fresh breeze br I wonder around waiting for that sprit br But it seems that the joy will end up in my soul. br I smell the breeze, it smell so fresh like the island fruits. br It dark, and the air is filled with fire br We gather to sing and dance, to let our joy out of our soul. br We ran and play in the warm and hot sand br But it the end of the day I stand and smell that fresh island breeze.