Lyrics:

Wind why do you blow into poor people's eyes And push the rich ones ahead Not letting them have a breath of poverty Wind you stream the hair Of bad and good people Chill their bodies with yout blow Cool our exited minds Swing me on enormous sky So that I could flight like the birds Rise me into the air upon the swirling clouds Wind croon your song The most cool melody Wind tell your story In your cold song Wind you are immortal You outlve whole world You are indestructible Sinister and quiet Wind you break in your arms All the growing trees Sometimes you are might And then delicate graze Why do you wail like wolves Starving in the wilderness Sometimes you croon quiet Your deadly lullaby quiet Wind you pretend me With hour fresh inspiration You rush alwats ahead Changing someday the tempest Swing me on enormous sky So that I could flight like the birds Rise me into the air upon the swirling clouds And tease me in your cold touch Wind croon your song