When will I understand what the wind whispers?
My face hidden, turned away to look at the starry sky
I'm waiting for the one who will teach me shivers
Who will show me what it feels to be high
So high, my head would rest upon the clouds
Where mumbles would become speech
Is this what it would feel like to be proud?
To have someone at the end of my reach
Up, up,up, and away.
We would take off the ground!
Soaring with the storm we can finally understand
