Текст песни Madalena

Walking through the streets of Amsterdam
Half a pack of kreteks in my hand
The rain smells like a woman
That I knew long ago
And I hope she?s happy
Hope she?s doin? grand

The cyclones never seem to get this far
They die out off the shores of Zanzibar
And at night I watch the storm clouds
Lighting up the sea
And I wonder if she ever thinks of me

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There?s something in the way you held me
But there?s not much left
To hold onto anymore

I?m older now
My hair is turning gray
A fixture at this crumbling caf?
And I?m haunted by the memories
Of the man I used to be
?Cause he took your love
And threw it all away

And Madalena?