We slept for an entire eternity,
Trusting the weather forecast,
By measuring the stability of time,
We forgot the road to Spring.
Fences have arisen,
Limiting the infinite,
Where the dead seed comes to life
And love simmers over the armour.
But who has collapsed our caves?
Who tore us from hibernation?
Gnawed at numb skin,
buried in the evil ice?
It is the south-west wind,
The herald of the new era
It fell forth from us,
Bursting out of the darkness.
The ice retreats, which means,
We are going to see each other more often,
We will meet more often,
Flowers breaking the asphalt.
Tomorrow everything will be different,
Tomorrow will be different,
It is the south-west wind,
Escaping the void.
Tomorrow everything will be different,
Tomorrow will be different,
This south-west wind,
Escaping the void.
The south-west wind,
Liberated plankton from monitors,
Warmed our latitudes, like firewood,
A bonfire by revitalised water.
The south-west wind
Disconnected traffic lights,
By spilling ran on the city
The light of the star of Bethlehem.
All that was almost dead,
Became the dust of flowers,
Above my pen and paper
Not subject to any power,
The south-west wind,
Gifted us with bright wings,
Watered us with goodness and courage,
Established a connection with the sky.
The ice retreats, which means,
We are going to see each other more often,
We will meet more often,
Flowers breaking the asphalt.
Tomorrow everything will be different,
Tomorrow will be different,
It is the south-west wind,
Escaping the void.
Tomorrow everything will be different,
Tomorrow will be different,
It is the south-west wind,
Escaping the void.
It is the south-west wind,
Escaping the void.
It is the south-west wind,
Escaping the void...