The wind drives me again with its mittens,
Whistling down my back yet again.
I am looking for colorful ribbons,
Just to braid silky plaits of your hair.
Nothing's right, only futile sunrises
Come across my long path everywhere.
I am looking for colorful ribbons,
Just to braid silky plaits of your hair.
Nothing's right, all I wanted is missing,
Shine for me, my Sun-God, heed my prayer.
I am looking for colorful ribbons,
Just to braid silky plaits of your hair,
Just to braid silky plaits of your hair...