The wind sings to me Like the acrobatic flyers, constantly hovering In indistinct pitches, violently rapping About the forlorn attempts of hope In the heart of pandemic beings About the falling snowflakes of frozen dreams In the soul of uncertain feelings The wind sings to me About the cobwebbed and entangled mankind Blinded in the cage of captivity Strangled in the maze of ambiguity The wind sings to me Like the acrobatic flyers, constantly hovering In indistinct pitches, violently rapping About the forlorn attempts of hope In the heart of pandemic beings About the falling snowflakes of frozen dreams In the soul of uncertain feelings The wind sings to me
