The wind blows from the north
It blows us to and fro
What has become of us?
A little pile of sand at the sea
The storm keeps hunting the grain of sand
which equates to our life
It sweeps us from the ladder
We are as light as dust
Now what shall happen?
It must go on.
Yet enough hope persists for us
All of us start all over
Because this existence can be nice too.
The wind blows from all sides
So let the wind blow
because heaven above us
Won't let us go down
Won't let us go under