Some times my head is in the air!...
In other times, my fit are in the earth...
My hearth is the fire, and this fire needs air!
My fit needs earth...
Earth, where the flowers grow up!
But when the sky is gray,
And I feel the cold rain...
I just remember you!
I love the wind in my face...
Just blowing so smootely!
Wind, I need you...
Just blow in my face again!
Wind, I want you...
Just dry my eye's rain!
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