winds
from the south (Aerne / Wenger)
Winds from the south are blowing away
the sighs of the children, they bury the day
over the fields all over the land
it's hard to believe, it's hard (for us) to understand
Come to be, come to see
where we are, where we will be
I don't care to believe in me
Soldiers marching down our street
the ground must be crying beneath their feet
we used to watch a similar crime
it was another land, it was another terrible time
Come to be, come to see
where we are, where we will be
I don't care to believe in me
Marching down our street
crying beneath their feet
in another land
Last night I had a wonderful dream
I married my love; a beautiful scene
I wished to turn my wheel life
return to the past, to be with the love of my life
Come to be, come to see
where we are, where we will be
I don't care to believe in me
Marching down our street
crying beneath their feet
in another land
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