Hear, hear their cry
Their grief is like a chain in my neck
The time, is nothing for them

It's only a path in this endless maze
Mourning wind, get away
Let me stand, in this misty place

Let me observe, this mournful landscape
A better perfume is in the air
The delicate breeze seduce me again

I take the path of rain
I'm on the labyrinth of remembrance
My brain is numb, but still my pain

Mourning wind get away
This is the escence of my grief
I wish I find the way

I wish I return to me.