Nostalgia

I can feel again how I miss it much,
I've never seen it since I was younger.
Now I miss it, much too much,
the old house somewhere.

Nostalgia,
here it comes again.
Nostalgia,
I feel it rise again.
As I'm gazing at the old pictures,
when I see where I was,
I want to come home,
to feel nostalgia.

I remember a very clear picture,
above the window pain.
I remember the beats sound,
while we heard the rain.

Nostalgia,
here it comes again.
Nostalgia,
I feel it rise again.
As I'm gazing at the old pictures,
when I see where I was,
I want to come home,
to feel nostalgia.

Nostalgia,
here it comes again.
Nostalgia,
I feel it rise again.
As I'm gazing at the old pictures,
when I see where I was,
I want to come home,
to feel nostalgia.