It's sleepings turned to left
It's killer turned to left
It's quiet life
Adventure was much
Help blows
My fire turned to candle without wick
While my dry cold is effecting inside of me
I'm Aegean Southwester
I don't bend my head to stranger wind
Don't be rude
My gentle heart is fragile
Lean on my chest, come on, bre
My fate is not to be wine when I'm grape
You can not see me when I'm your eye