| 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 |