The wind
Turn my back , loose all the meaning
Dont imagine the wind that its not the wind
Let a thousand meetings get lost
Dont bother with this fragile presence in everything

Where is it taking me this illusion
Of forgotten Gods and rotten true’s
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oho ohoooooooooo

Come and join me, love my exhausted body
Hurt by this crazy reason.
And the wind is hiding, let in me
Only one whisper, a whisper, a whistle
That you can hear in the air all these lives
It goes over the head , over the valleys
And i wish somebody feel that i am here
That i am only a little fresh wind
A little fresh wind on tired places
On tired ways