Mafia Island

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