Chapter 42 nostalgia for the day
nostalgia for the day
nostalgia, nostalgia,
it might be everything
With a somewhat melancholy face,
a sad heart,
And always silent,
smoking a pipe
People's lives.
Nostalgia, oh me,
I may be one of those people,
and i long to return
To that sky, to that sky so blue,
where I could live and die,
like in a mother's arms,
A child laughs and cries.
Me, I'm a nostalgic
To the sky, to the sky so blue;
There I can sleep peacefully,
No half head, no sleepless nights,
Without all the troubles of the heart,
This heart, it, no longer belongs to me,
And someone has thrown it away,
It's like people abandoning their boats.