And everytime wind blows hard, he is not near to me,
I can't grab him and cover him with my hands.
I can't even look at his well fine face,
He worries me to death,
He worries me to death.
Everytime the Storm blows , he is already gone.
I wanted to have him by my side when anything goes wrong,
But he is always somewhere else ,
Some places where i don't know if the Strom is slow is strong.
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