Testo Nostalgia

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