The wind from the ocean is blowing into my window.
Blow, wind, blow from the north, blow, blow from the south
The wind is coming from the ocean, and in my prison it is dark,
Blow, blow until you blow away
Te goodliness and the serenity from the dark-blue sky
Blow from the north, blow, blow from the south
And the heart under the saddle smells of tar and rotten wood
Blow, blow, blow until it blows away
And we are waiting,
waiting, waiting, waiting,
And you mix vodka with a nail.
I went to the well, but there's a hole in my bucket,
Blow from the north, blow, blow from the south
Tomorrow won't come, yesterday is coming again here
Blow, blow, blow until it blows away
Regardless of how long we will be knocking at this gingerbread gate.
Blow from the north, blow, blow from the south
Just touch, and everything is wrong, oh dear, let it fix itself
Blow, blow, blow until it blows away
And we are waiting,
waiting, waiting, waiting,
And you mix vodka with a nail.
Keep hitting a wall with your head,
Keep hitting a cross with your head
No one will leave this bride fair unscathed.
And the girls are laughing, the girls are at a war,
The girls want some bright-red wine.
So blow wind, blow,
Blow from afar,
Blow from the north, blow, blow from the south
Blow across, blow with a certain result
Blow, blow, blow until it blows away
Blow across a sawmill
Blow across the islands,
Blow from the north, blow, blow from the south
Until the glass panes fall out of the window frames,
Blow, blow, blow until it blows away
And we are waiting,
waiting, waiting, waiting,
And you mix, mix.