Blur images of the good old days,
Somewhere inside my head they play
My mind feeds on those memories to be happy,
As it all accompanies me on my way
The scent of those perfumes father used to bring for us,
And the sweet taste of chocolates on early mornings was a great joy
Good old friendship with pure intentions,
That's hard to be found today
I wish I could make it all happen again,
To bring those moments back how much do I've to pay?
That's not just what we call nostalgia
That's the thing about memories, that they always stay