The wind of the ventilated
The curtain of my window
The wind of the moves
The sea foams
Come in, very quiet
Save me from this suffering
You're a stranger here
Where are you from
Sit down, rest on my bedside
Obviously, you are very tired
Tell me how to blow
Tell me how to love
Tell me how to blow and how you walk
Tell me so I can start to tell
I could say I was the wind
Tell me about the wind
Then I would blow like you