I saw the wind with gray hair,
Peace among the fields were singing.
On a warm Indian summer warmed the bones.
And another time mowing forests,
Blade fell from the mountains.
Young was, God was, and drove off, yes.

Many days, many years, the time we learn from the weather,
Get twisted way, mistake the truth,
It separates the grain from the grass.
Defend yourself, you sow the wind, do you think I'm so young,
Time teaches us the weather,
So for years, so many years.

How many people have time to heal wounds,
Turned into a quiet storm of blood,
Perhaps one day there, in the autumn so that
Also wypogodzi forehead and eyebrows smooth.

I saw a dream of days in museums,
The interiors of cold and darkness,
Older people in the corners of large rooms,
Books full of beautiful thoughts,
Overlaid with thick dust,
Tea flavor, soft slippers noise, peace of heart.

Many days, many years, the time we learn from the weather,
Get twisted way, mistake the truth,
It separates the grain from the grass.
Defend yourself, you sow the wind, do you think I'm so young,
Time teaches us the weather,
So for years, so many years.

Many days, many years, the time we learn from the weather,
Get twisted way, mistake the truth,
It separates the grain from the grass.
Defend yourself, you sow the wind, do you think I'm so young,
Time teaches us the weather,
So for years, so many years.

Many days, many years, the time we learn from the weather,
Get twisted way, mistake the truth,
It separates the grain from the grass.
Defend yourself, you sow the wind, do you think I'm so young,
Time teaches us the weather,
So for years, so many years.