Song | Madalena |
Artist | Brazzaville |
Album | In Istanbul |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:25.05] | Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
[00:31.10] | Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
[00:35.08] | The rain smells like a woman |
[00:40.28] | That I knew long ago |
[00:43.05] | And I hope she’s happy |
[00:45.33] | Hope she’s doin’ grand |
[00:49.91] | |
[01:13.43] | The cyclones never seem to get this far |
[01:18.46] | |
[01:19.45] | They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
[01:24.79] | |
[01:25.51] | And at night I watch the storm clouds |
[01:28.61] | Lighting up the sea |
[01:31.56] | And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
[01:36.93] | Madalena |
[01:40.65] | There’s something in the way you held me |
[01:49.35] | But there’s not much left |
[01:52.11] | To hold onto anymore |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:25.25] | I’m older now |
[02:27.11] | My hair is turning gray |
[02:31.15] | A fixture at this crumbling café |
[02:37.30] | And I’m haunted by the memories |
[02:39.98] | Of the man I used to be |
[02:42.67] | ‘Cause he took your love |
[02:44.89] | And threw it all away |
[02:48.30] | And Madalena… |
[00:25.05] | Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
[00:31.10] | Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
[00:35.08] | The rain smells like a woman |
[00:40.28] | That I knew long ago |
[00:43.05] | And I hope she' s happy |
[00:45.33] | Hope she' s doin' grand |
[00:49.91] | |
[01:13.43] | The cyclones never seem to get this far |
[01:18.46] | |
[01:19.45] | They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
[01:24.79] | |
[01:25.51] | And at night I watch the storm clouds |
[01:28.61] | Lighting up the sea |
[01:31.56] | And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
[01:36.93] | Madalena |
[01:40.65] | There' s something in the way you held me |
[01:49.35] | But there' s not much left |
[01:52.11] | To hold onto anymore |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:25.25] | I' m older now |
[02:27.11] | My hair is turning gray |
[02:31.15] | A fixture at this crumbling cafe |
[02:37.30] | And I' m haunted by the memories |
[02:39.98] | Of the man I used to be |
[02:42.67] | ' Cause he took your love |
[02:44.89] | And threw it all away |
[02:48.30] | And Madalena |
[00:25.05] | Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
[00:31.10] | Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
[00:35.08] | The rain smells like a woman |
[00:40.28] | That I knew long ago |
[00:43.05] | And I hope she' s happy |
[00:45.33] | Hope she' s doin' grand |
[00:49.91] | |
[01:13.43] | The cyclones never seem to get this far |
[01:18.46] | |
[01:19.45] | They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
[01:24.79] | |
[01:25.51] | And at night I watch the storm clouds |
[01:28.61] | Lighting up the sea |
[01:31.56] | And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
[01:36.93] | Madalena |
[01:40.65] | There' s something in the way you held me |
[01:49.35] | But there' s not much left |
[01:52.11] | To hold onto anymore |
[02:00.73] | |
[02:25.25] | I' m older now |
[02:27.11] | My hair is turning gray |
[02:31.15] | A fixture at this crumbling café |
[02:37.30] | And I' m haunted by the memories |
[02:39.98] | Of the man I used to be |
[02:42.67] | ' Cause he took your love |
[02:44.89] | And threw it all away |
[02:48.30] | And Madalena |