I never thought I'd be so freeThe children runnin' through the streets of old TheraFilling my cup with joy and dancing in HaraThe sand was red, the sea was blueYour eyes were burning in a stained volcano skyLaoutas sound the horn to guide us, as the ocean seagulls flyShe is an island in the gypsy city nightShe, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the skyShe will melt away your sorrow in her santorini eyesThe western shores can be so cruelI told Maria we would never be the sameWe can't afford to play the muleWhen debt is like a lion on the hunt for dignity and shameShe, is an island in the gypsy city nightShe, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the skyShe will melt away your sorrow in her santorini eyesShe, is an island in the gypsy city nightShe, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the skyShe will melt away your sorrow in her santorini...You can hear the music playing as she opens up the skyShe will melt away your sadness in her santorini eyes