Santorini (Greek: Σαντορίνη, pronounced [sadoˈrini]), classically Thera ( /ˈθɪrə/), and officially Thira (Greek: Θήρα [ˈθira]), is an island in the southern Aegean Sea, about 200 km (120 mi) southeast from Greece's mainland. It is the largest island of a small, circular archipelago which bears the same name and is the remnant of a volcanic caldera. It forms the southernmost member of the Cyclades group of islands, with an area of approximately 73 km2 (28 sq mi) and a 2001 census population of 13,670. The municipality of Santorini comprises the inhabited islands of Santorini and Therasia and the uninhabited islands of Nea Kameni, Palaia Kameni, Aspronisi, and Christiana. The total land area is 90.623 km2 (34.990 sq mi). Santorini is part of the Thira regional unit.
Santorini is essentially what remains after an enormous volcanic explosion that destroyed the earliest settlements on a formerly single island, and created the current geological caldera. A giant central, rectangular lagoon, which measures about 12 by 7 km (7.5 by 4.3 mi), is surrounded by 300 m (980 ft) high, steep cliffs on three sides. The main island slopes downward to the Aegean Sea. On the fourth side, the lagoon is separated from the sea by another much smaller island called Therasia; the lagoon is connected to the sea in two places, in the northwest and southwest. The caldera being 400m deep makes it possible for all but the largest ships to anchor anywhere in the protected bay; there is, however, a newly built marina in Vlychada on the southwestern coast. The principal port is called Athinias. The capital, Fira, clings to the top of the cliff looking down on the lagoon. The volcanic rocks present from the prior eruptions feature olivine and have a notably small presence of hornblende.
I never thought I'd be so free
The children runnin' through the streets of old Thera
Filling my cup with joy and dancing in Hara
The sand was red, the sea was blue
Your eyes were burning in a stained volcano sky
Laoutas sound the horn to guide us, as the ocean seagulls fly
She is an island in the gypsy city night
She, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky
She will melt away your sorrow in her santorini eyes
The western shores can be so cruel
I told Maria we would never be the same
We can't afford to play the mule
When debt is like a lion on the hunt for dignity and shame
She, is an island in the gypsy city night
She, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky
She will melt away your sorrow in her santorini eyes
She, is an island in the gypsy city night
She, you can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky
She will melt away your sorrow in her santorini...
You can hear the music playing as she opens up the sky