Do you remember
When we were younglings
We were lovers
Under old trees we were making paper planes
In the sun
We were making paper planes in the sun
On a sandy wasted land havin' fun
Childhood memories like a burn
The blue sky above we was so pure
To be or not to be we're never sure
Are childhood memories an infinite mourning,
A river of darkness and breeze
So… hum… the modjo
Seize it
Feel it
when it's around
Seize it
Feel it
When it's around
Oh When it's around