Cries

I am born and I've grown in the wind In the frost, in the draught When we arrived to these barren plains We felt early cold [1]Autumn... the leaves fall down again, to this gloomy earth I beg You, cool rain... Clean my thoughts [2]Inside of my mind I'm full of pain, like this air Misty thoughts, I tell you that: Go away... Far from here I am born and I've grown in the wind In the frost, in the draught When we arrived to these barren plains We felt early cold