The body is the scar of your mind,
The scar turns into a wind of pain.
It pa*ses mountains after mountains,
It pa*ses the cities and my country.
O'wind, o'wind,
Oh, oh, oh, wind, oh, oh...
Oh, o'wind.
But when it pa*sed the world nine times,
The wind turns into a breeze.
O'wind, oh, oh, oh...
O'wind.
Wind -