Магия [Magia] [English translation]

I'm not sorry for anything, I only love this wind

Its flow and direction, nothing really matters but this thing

The storm didn't care about forecasts - wrecked pergolas, broken roses

I enjoyed absorbing its force of the vicious destruction

When I stand, frowning, they take me for a friend

The endless row of clouds and heavy rains

I told the sun, ' Just hold your tongue, let storms and tornadoes sing'

I am walking and the grey cloud is following me

I put down roots into the sand, my leaves look to the east

They're waiting for the morning sun to take the first sip

When the sun give them a touch, a fire whirlwind comes to life

With it my own whirl combines, getting inside me from the ground

When I stand, smiling, they take me for a friend

Soft rays of light and fire swords

At first the vicious heat gives me nice warmth

I'm walking and the sun is following me

Now I want to be a grain of sand, a drop of rain in the desert land

Unnamed, without any race, just a small part of this world

I feel relaxed and spread over the surface of the mountain lake

I look into the darkness with shiny stars, breathing the hot wind

When I stand, frowning, they take me for a friend

The endless row of clouds and heavy rains

I told the sun, ' Just hold your tongue, let storms and tornadoes sing'

I am walking and a grey cloud is following me

When I stand, smiling, they take me for a friend

Soft rays of light and fire swords

At first the vicious heat gives me nice warmth

I'm walking and the sun is following me