My grandpa is getting too old for all his ailments,
and he also gets difficult sometimes, but he's a good man.
And he's nearly 86 years old,
and through the lines of his eyes,
through the wars of change,
you can see he's done with things now.
And his eyes soon become bright again,
and I can see there's a story coming up.
from the years when our people pleaded for protection,
when a band of brothers was born.
And he sees my eyes frown,
but the fire of all those years
is still coursing through his veins.
And so the wind blows, my child,
and so the wind blows us blind.
And so the wind blows, my child, everything away.
But it's born deep inside of you
that nothing is ever lost.
And through the stories, he asks me how it's going at Maties
and if we still speak our language, because he knows it's out of our books.
And he wishes for a wife for me
that can calm the hate a little bit,
because it's still running through our veins,
just getting stronger with the years.
And so the wind blows, my child,
and so the wind blows us blind.
And so the wind blows, my child, everything away.
But it's born deep inside of you
that nothing is ever lost.
And he doesn't need to say it,
because it's visible in his eyes,
a pride that shames me, a pride from above.
And so the wind blows, my child,
and so the wind blows us blind.
And so the wind blows, my child, everything away.
But it's born deep inside of you
that nothing is ever lost.
Yes, it's born deep inside of you
that nothing is ever lost.