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