Wind, carry me, wind
To my friend luck
Ashes, only ash remained
From what was before
And my life is sandpaper
I am a sail on a drunken mast
Wind, tell me, wind
Why is everything not otherwise?
Wind, carry me, wind
To my friend luck
I always wanted to be a steamer bird
But my life is sandpaper
I am a sail on a drunken mast
Wind, tell me, wind
How to stay real?
Among the smoke of a thick, blinding neon
Where it wanders unhealthy, but it seems to be an ambulance
Bye
Until tomorrow, and maybe forever
Wind, carry me, wind
To my beloved
Wind, carry me, wind
On this bad world
In dirty yards
Empty sidewalk
Bring me to old friends
I do not need much
With you only nearby
Get up
Wind, carry me, wind
Bring me, wind
Carry-and
Wind carry me wind
To my friend luck
Ashes, only ash remained
From the one that was before
And my life is sandpaper
I am a sail on a drunken mast
Wind, tell me, wind
Why is everything not otherwise?
