The wind is blowing very hard.
So hard, that I can’t feel my heart.
I feel only pain and it’s like rain.
It shoots in me, I can’t be free.
I cry again: “I hate you rain”,
It’s a wall, but I’m too small.
You are so near, but I can’t hear.
The last my word flew away as a bird.
The wind is blowing very hard.
So hard, that I can’t feel my heart.