It’s knocking, hurting –
It’s my soul,
My friend, The Wind.
Tell me, The Wind,
Who is my friend?
The Winter answered:
Your words are empty,
Look for your friend in field.
I was looking in the field,
I was looking in the hearts,
I was looking in the soul.
The Wind came back,
He showed –
With another woman, my friend,
He just forgot me
And all this friendship.
So, where is my friend?
You – wind of words.
You stayed
In my soul
And forever.
With me,
My friend,
He – just The Wind.
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Translation of this song on Russian: http://www.stihi.ru/2018/10/29/563
Based on a song by Demis Roussos – “My friend the wind” - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdNkTZitRmU
Translation of the original song: https://en.lyrsense.com/demis_roussos/my_friend_the_wind
Now, my friend, The Wind
© Copyright: Марина Зеболова 5, 2018
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