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.