Listening the wind, that fights inside me
Tells me now, the fears that I see
He plays my soul thats why I know
Whisper his name, the master of fate
His hands are weak, his breath is the wind
And with it I fly far away, as far as I can

I�m your saviour
Play it for me, play the woodwinds
I am the sound in your songs
Master, listen to my cry

No time exits, when you create glory
No one exits, when you create time
And then you die, they forget, they cry
Children are born, now they have to carry
The burden of the wind, in their souls they bury
But his words live on, trough the sound.

So at the end, I see him again
Master of the wind, chained in his cell
He sits alone, his soul is gone
I grab his hand, try to free him
But he says: �No, it�s your time
To sing, to play, to cry, to die...�

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