Lyrics:

Wind why do you blow into poor people's eyesAnd push the rich ones aheadNot letting them have a breath of povertyWin
d you stream the hairOf bad and good peopleChill their bodies with yout blowCool our exited mindsSwing me on enormous sky
So that I could flight like the birdsRise me into the air upon the swirling cloudsWind croon your songThe most cool melody
Wind tell your storyIn your cold songWind you are immortalYou outlve whole worldYou are indestructibleSinister and quiet
Wind you break in your armsAll the growing treesSometimes you are mightAnd then delicate grazeWhy do you wail like wolves
Starving in the wildernessSometimes you croon quietYour deadly lullaby quietWind you pretend meWith hour fresh inspiration
You rush alwats aheadChanging someday the tempestSwing me on enormous skySo that I could flight like the birdsRise me int
o the air upon the swirling cloudsAnd tease me in your cold touchWind croon your song