Wind - Storm Song

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