Wet avenues and flowing streets
Cold winds and water beats
Lacks a soul of tears
My life and my fears

How fast the wind blows
My mind wonders the nature's shows
Will it be any different?
When the storm comes to an end

I don't really know
I don't want to know
What happens after the storm
I don't want to know

Long sighs and stopped breaths
Long lives and long awaited deaths
I don't want it to end
This nature's show, gods-sent.

A flute plays in the distance
Or is the wind. Feeling sleepy,
Feeling tired, of this dance.
Retired, I'll be happy

Light breeze makes me sleepy
And retired I'm gonna be happy
Dead I'll be happy.