Song | Madelena |
Artist | Brazzaville |
Album | East L.A. Breeze |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:25.42] | Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
[00:31.54] | Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
[00:37.31] | The rain smells like a woman |
[00:40.64] | That I knew long ago |
[00:43.50] | And I hope she’s happy |
[00:45.81] | Hope she’s doin’ grand |
[01:13.2] | The cyclones never seem to get this far |
[01:19.24] | They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
[01:25.25] | And at night I watch the storm clouds |
[01:28.38] | Lighting up the sea |
[01:31.44] | And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
[01:37.10] | Madalena |
[01:41.69] | There’s something in the way you held me |
[01:50.34] | But there’s not much left |
[01:52.74] | To hold onto anymore |
[02:25.65] | I’m older now |
[02:27.79] | My hair is turning gray |
[02:31.78] | A fixture at this crumbling café |
[02:33.40] | And I’m haunted by the memories |
[02:40.45] | Of the man I used to be |
[02:43.76] | ‘Cause he took your love |
[02:45.55] | And threw it all away |
[02:49.1] | And Madalena… |
[00:25.42] | Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
[00:31.54] | Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
[00:37.31] | The rain smells like a woman |
[00:40.64] | That I knew long ago |
[00:43.50] | And I hope she' s happy |
[00:45.81] | Hope she' s doin' grand |
[01:13.2] | The cyclones never seem to get this far |
[01:19.24] | They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
[01:25.25] | And at night I watch the storm clouds |
[01:28.38] | Lighting up the sea |
[01:31.44] | And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
[01:37.10] | Madalena |
[01:41.69] | There' s something in the way you held me |
[01:50.34] | But there' s not much left |
[01:52.74] | To hold onto anymore |
[02:25.65] | I' m older now |
[02:27.79] | My hair is turning gray |
[02:31.78] | A fixture at this crumbling cafe |
[02:33.40] | And I' m haunted by the memories |
[02:40.45] | Of the man I used to be |
[02:43.76] | ' Cause he took your love |
[02:45.55] | And threw it all away |
[02:49.1] | And Madalena |
[00:25.42] | Walking through the streets of Amsterdam |
[00:31.54] | Half a pack of kreteks in my hand |
[00:37.31] | The rain smells like a woman |
[00:40.64] | That I knew long ago |
[00:43.50] | And I hope she' s happy |
[00:45.81] | Hope she' s doin' grand |
[01:13.2] | The cyclones never seem to get this far |
[01:19.24] | They die out off the shores of Zanzibar |
[01:25.25] | And at night I watch the storm clouds |
[01:28.38] | Lighting up the sea |
[01:31.44] | And I wonder if she ever thinks of me |
[01:37.10] | Madalena |
[01:41.69] | There' s something in the way you held me |
[01:50.34] | But there' s not much left |
[01:52.74] | To hold onto anymore |
[02:25.65] | I' m older now |
[02:27.79] | My hair is turning gray |
[02:31.78] | A fixture at this crumbling café |
[02:33.40] | And I' m haunted by the memories |
[02:40.45] | Of the man I used to be |
[02:43.76] | ' Cause he took your love |
[02:45.55] | And threw it all away |
[02:49.1] | And Madalena |