Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
I`m cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years om memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
The sound of waves in a pool of water
I`m drowing in my nostalgia
Nostaligia
Ay, ay, ay, nostaligia
The sound of waves in a pool of water
I`m drowing in my nostalgia
Nostalgia
My nostalgia
My nostalgia
My nostalgia
