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 with a 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 with a melancholic voice soft words that were caught

Between the sound of the waves, yes, they sang in a melancholic voice…

Melancholic…

Melancholic…