Somewhere, windy regions are shouting
They're asking: "Come, come to me"
Cover your fine face with flowers
So your sorrow won't show
Somewhere, windy regions are howling
Screaming like drowning land
They're asking: "Come, my delicate maiden
Into the arms of your mother earth
Into the arms of your mother earth"
So I will stay in my grove
In the gentle arms
I can hear the earth laugh
Once I will stay in my grove
In the deep darkness
Nature will look after its children
Have you heard the sound of waves
The wisdom of the old cradle:
If you take off all the unnecessary trinkets
Then you will feel the wind
You will feel the wind
So I will stay in my grove
In the gentle arms
I can hear the earth laugh
Once I will stay in my grove
In the deep darkness
Nature will look after its children
La daa da da...
Somewhere, windy regions are shouting
They're asking: "Come, come to me"
Cover your fine face with flowers
So your sorrow won't show
Somewhere, windy regions are howling
Screaming like drowning land
They're asking: "Come, my delicate maiden
Into the arms of your mother earth
Into the arms of your mother earth
Into the arms of your mother earth
Into the arms of your mother earth"