Nostalgia

Another chant

Nostalgia! Nostalgia taking over me,

I’m not the type of men who is reigned by history,

Or pathetic sensations of yearning and mourning,

I am the proud mountain and the beam of morning,

But since lilies of passion bloomed at my garden,

My heart became a rainbow free of pain and burden,

 

Nostalgia! Nostalgia taking over me,

O love, O rosy love caress me mildly,

Open the gates of past and clear up my memory,

Charm all my kingdom with your assuasive melody,

Hug me, take over me, enchant me to magic tours,

I am now dubbed forever and ever as yours.

 

Nostalgia! Nostalgia please take over me,

I am jaded! So damn this age of hypocrisy,

I am weak as I seek a place of tranquility,

So my love as I yearn for your bosom I shall croon,

I shall croon; I shall croon till my voice colours the moon.

 

Nostalgia! Nostalgia taking over me,

Nostalgia! Nostalgia taking over me.