Birds Of Passage — Bel Canto

Feel the winds on the ridges

The whirls in the meadows

The ice-capped reed announce

That the air is colder

I feel the strength of my heart

Quiver inside me

Buy I have no cure

For the laughter in your eyes

The wind will carry me away

The wind that would have killed us both

It saves my life

Your wisk Ill keep in mind

And if it wont come true

Our dream will dream