IRIS - Ветер
текст песни

The wind in my head, my wind
He is crazy, barefoot with a scythe
Not death, it's me
Towards you
I go and sing about that
That there is no more war
That there is no more war

And spring is walking on the ground
And our hearts
Again not to sleep
Will scatter the ashes of past resentments
Apple trees color and in souls light
Apple trees color and in souls light

Here is my hand
Here is your shoulder
And nothing else
Just silent
Watching how the earth is dancing
Life rejoices
The wind blew the ashes from us
The double bass began to play