Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below
Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly
I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked

Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves

Nothing - left for me

Tones of grey - are all I can see
Eastern wind is tenderly fingering
My cheekbones

And on the lake
On the foam-crested waves
Grandfather frost

Is riding

So I'm going back to the Windlake

Into the eye of the harsh gale
Once and again to the Windlake
Forever she's calling my name


I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat
Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest

And to the draining water, I will turn my back
But along the icy cover, I will come back


Nothing - left for me
Tones of grey - are all I can see
My feet cold, my hands are stiffed

My snot and tears are taken up
Taken, taken up by the wind


The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale
The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale
Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale


So I'm going back to the Windlake
Into the eye of the harsh gale

Once and again to the Windlake
Forever she's calling my name