Haramendi - Nostalgia

I'll use good memories to hurt myself nicely
Oh, the smell of her perfume brought me back in memories

Hold me, rock me, cradle me, sweet Nostalgia

Fill my lungs with bitter sweet air
Fill my eyes with the beauty of the past
Flowering trees
With the sun on her face
And the blood on her knees

Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it?
Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it?
(Oh, my dearest child...)

I'm ready to sink
In your water of sorrow
And happiness
Thoughts are flowing free in the ocean

...It's like fresh water
Of early summer morning

Please
Hold me, rock me, cradle me, sweet Nostalgia

I'm throwing myself
Into the blue
I'm throwing myself
Into my soul

Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it?
Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, it is

Powerful memories

Written by:
Sarah Bongermino

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