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