How the wind wooed me
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He fought at the windows, at the carved shutters.
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I got up at dawn, mom,
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Became named to the wind.
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Well, who will argue with the wind,
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Will you dare to argue with the wind?
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Embroider jasmine and levkoy,
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Looking forward to meeting with the groom.
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Let me go to the field, mom
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Green stained glass windows in the chapel,
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So that from the east in fragrant herbs
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My fiance came weightless.
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My fiance under the green moon
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Take the heart in the palm of your hand
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The bells will scatter with a ringing
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In seven wide hemlines.
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Well, who will argue with the wind,
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Will you dare to argue with the wind?
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Embroider jasmine and levkoy,
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Looking forward to meeting with the groom.
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Where is my wind? |
Empty field.
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Or betrayed me my dear?
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Why do I need beauty and freedom?
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He is winged, only I am wingless!
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Why such a wife -
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He plays with a silk whip;
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Somewhere a rider, standing up in stirrups,
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Flying in pursuit of death.
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Oh, yes, what, what did I surrender to him,
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Like a knife, he is sharp and sharp;
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Embroider the heavenly darkness
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Fingers of thin, windy blades.
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Unravel tight braids
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Under the olive young moon
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Dancing in silence, laughing,
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As if indeed became a wife
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Calling late, friends
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I don't know myself
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After all, I - I'm no longer me, mom,
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And my house is no longer my house.
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Well, who will argue with the wind,
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Will you dare to argue with the wind?
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Embroider jasmine and levkoy,
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Looking forward to meeting with the groom.
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Yes, only with the wind who will argue,
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Will you dare to argue with the wind?
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Embroider jasmine and levkoy,
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Looking forward to meeting with the groom. |