Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves
Nothing - left for me Tones of grey - are all I can see Eastern wind is tenderly fingering My cheekbones And on the lake On the foam-crested waves Grandfather frost Is riding
So I'm going back to the Windlake Into the eye of the harsh gale Once and again to the Windlake Forever she's calling my name
I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest And to the draining water, I will turn my back But along the icy cover, I will come back
Nothing - left for me Tones of grey - are all I can see My feet cold, my hands are stiffed My snot and tears are taken up Taken, taken up by the wind
The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale
So I'm going back to the Windlake Into the eye of the harsh gale Once and again to the Windlake Forever she's calling my nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
