I like the clean wind of the afternoon, when it's not smoke, it's only air. I like the green of the pure grass, I like to run away from noise and its madness. But I can't find a place in this world where the sky is still blue. Wind, wind, take me away from here, I'll reach the firmament with you, where I'll be able to feel what I feel. Take me to a new world, where I won't hear any more lament. Wind, wind, take me away from here. I need the forest and the mountain, but this century, everything is damaged. I like the noise of the clear waters and I only find dark currents and long wars every day and short dreams that are never. Wind, wind, take me away from here. I'll reach the firmament with you, where I'll be able to feel what I feel. Take me to a new world, where I won't hear any more lament. Wind, wind, take me away from here. Y pasa el viento sobre la pradera, y aquí me quedo. Es primavera. www.subsedit.com