NOSTALGIA

The sound of nostalgia comes...
't looks for my wasted years...
The sound of nostalgia comes...
And there is nothing else...
The sound of nostalgia comes...
As loud as an infant's cry...
The sound of nostalgia comes...
As innocent as the borderline...

Between two hearts-
One yours, one mine.
Between three views-
One yours, but I
Have one more eye
And a second view.
Have one more eye
And a second view.

The sound of nostalgia comes...
't points me like someone near...
The sound of nostalgia comes...
't waits for my growing fear...
The sound of nostalgia comes...
't makes all around alive...
The sound of nostalgia comes...
't forms the borderline that dives...

Between two hearts-
One yours, one mine.
Between three views-
One yours, but I
Have one more eye
And a second view.
Have one more eye
And a second view.

Children of nameless seed
They have their eyes deformed,
They have their eyelids burnt
And rain
Falls down the sky
All over around
But never touches
Their piece of a ground.

Now they can feel no pain !
Now they can feel no pain !
Now they can feel no pain !
They can feel no pain that way...

Between two hearts-
One yours, one mine.
Between three views-
One yours, but I
Have one more eye
And a second view.
Have one more eye
And a second view.

Between two hearts-
One yours, one mine.
Between three views-
One yours, but I
Have one more eye
And a second view.
Have one more eye
And a second view.