| 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 |