The body is the scar of your mind, | |
The scar turns into a wind of pain. | |
It passes mountains after mountains, | |
It passes the cities and my country. | |
O'wind, o'wind, | |
Oh, oh, oh, wind, oh, oh... | |
Oh, o'wind. | |
But when it passed the world nine times, | |
The wind turns into a breeze. | |
O'wind, oh, oh, oh... | |
O'wind. | |
Wind |