Birds of Passage

	Feel the winds on the ridges the whirls in the meadows the ice-capped reed announce that the air is colder
	I feel the strength of my heart quiver inside me buy
	I have no cure for the laughter in your eyes
	The wind will carry me away the wind that would have killed us both it saves my life
	Your wisk
	I'll keep in mind and if it won't come true our dream will dream