Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Morning mist on Ella's teeth, her ass is due like silver strings, Coconut-scented alleys where the evening tuk-tuk sings, Candies, temple bell, remembers every footstep's name,
Rabana rolls beneath the palms, the island breathes the same. Through the pub, warm analog strings, a gentle six-eighths sway.
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Sanda sanda — take me home tonight
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Let the moonlight lead the song, soft and bright
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Morning mist on Ella's teeth, her ass is due like silver strings, Coconut-scented alleys where the evening tuk-tuk sings, Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Old radio hums a singer's truth in grainy velvet tone, Caught a mum in jasmine linger where our childhood once had grown,
Sande alokaya, ithe gita ya, Sande alokaya, ithe gita ya
Moonlight song of the heart, repeat softly like a promise, Then return to the hood
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Sanda sanda — Take me home tonight
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Let the moonlight lead the song, Soft and bright
Under the banyan by the market, Amma's laughing hands recall
A festival of lanterns, temple bells, and robin calls
One small memory, a paper boat on monsoon rain, It folds into the chorus and we hear that song again
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Sanda sanda — Take me home tonight
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
Let the moonlight lead the song, Soft and bright
Food fades with the tide, strings warm like afternoon tea
Echoes of the island nights stay humming inside me
One last whisper in Sinhala, Sande alokaya, the heart's refrain
Sanda sanda — Sanda sanda
