The wind blows, the wind blows......

The wind blows, the wind blows

The wind blows, the wind blows,

High wind blows outside;

But also my thinking

There is a wind that devours you.

There is an intimate intention

That riot in my being

And make my heart

What a wind wants to sweep away;

I don't know if there are branches lying

Down in the thunderstorm,

If feet off the ground

In a breath where everything is the same.

From the branches that fell there

I only know that there are hurts and pains

Intended not to be

More than a flowering.