She has left, my big hankering,
soul accompanist,
singing da-da-da-da-da-da,
that's my moira,
she only sayd voila.

Also left other hankering,
my audacious dream,
singing da-da-da-da-da-da,
that's physical
or more like sexual.

They have left, my big hankerings,
leaving only dreams,
but for me
these are more than important,
relevant
like elephant.

They have left, my big hankerings
and now all that I have are only dreams,
my hankerings, they are nostalgy.

Hankerings, they are nostalgy,
just nostalgy,
I sing ha-ha-ha, ha-ha,
'cause nostalgy
never could help me,
'cause nostalgy
is fantasy,
my fantasy.