Artvenka — Village Love

There's something about sugar.
You come from the Anfields; I meet you by the market,
Under the palm tree shade.
Your smile cuts through my hard day like a knife through thick cane.
You say my name so sweetly; now my ribs all feel that flame.
Step close, step slow, let the whole town know.
Your hand in mine makes the night glow.
Village love, village love, oh, village love.
Village love, village love, it pulls me up.
One drumbeat, one heartbeat, your body next to mine.
Village love, village love, all night, all mine.
All night, all mine.
Mama teas us laughing by the painted water tank.
Boys on the corner shouting, "Boy, you just—" Hold my hand.
Your dress moves like a ribbon when the dust starts spinning around.
We dance on broken concrete till the moon comes down.
Step close, step slow, let the whole town know.
Your hand in mine makes the night glow.
Village love, village love, oh, village love.
Village love, village love, it pulls me up.
One drumbeat, one heartbeat, your body next to mine.
Village love, village love, all night, all mine.
If the rain hits hard, ooh, we stay inside.
Your voice on the wire, my refuge tonight.
No gold, no throne,
Just this small place and your arms around my face.
Village love, oh, village love.
Village love, village love, it pulls me up.
One drumbeat, one heartbeat, your body next to mine.
Village love, village love, all night, all mine.
Village love, village love, come closer now.
Village love, village love, we own this town.