Pols de Nimfa
Roger Mas
Nymph Dust
I found a nymph in this woods
And she covered me in fine dust
In exchange for a night of love
Na, na, narananà
Nymph dust, the dark path
Towards the bright paradise
My conscience is getting wild
And I’m all caught up in a lively tingle
I feel like I’m entering Valencia
Riding a donkey named Lazy
Nymph dust, the dark path
Towards the bright paradise
Things keep going, it never ends
And I’m flying low, dodging the rocks
At the whore’s place on her bike!
It’s clear this won’t lead anywhere
Nymph dust, the dark path
Towards the bright paradise
