Mafia Island (Alphaville)

Yes, we sailed Over the storm whipped, jade-green sea On Chephren's barge to Mafia island We broke coral and drank whiskey In the glowing heat And the sunsail slattered in the wind Like beserk machine guns And the girls from the bar They were bathing at the beach And they sang in their melancholic voice Soft words that were caught Between the sound of the waves And they sang in a melancholic voice We're stuck here for good The radio had broken off Just a few days ago The ether swelled as the earth ran dry Nothing moved in the flickering ardour And the girls from the bar They were bathing at the beach And they sang in their melancholic voice Soft words that were caught Between the sound of the waves Yes, they sang in a melancholic voice Melancholic (And the girls from the bar) (They were bathing at the beach) (And they sang in a melancholic voice) (Soft words that were caught between the sound of the waves) (And the girls from the bar) (They were bathing at the beach) (And they sang in a melancholic voice) (Soft words that were caught between the sound of the waves) (And we sang in a melancholic voice) Melancholic