I braid the wind on my short hair
I grab the sharp edges of the knives with my hands,
Someone might be injured while I choose the target.
The streets will not forget us, they will look for in the faces of passers-by
Those who are nearby and not, so unlike to ash and trembling.
Chorus: Ibraid the wind on my short hair,
Imelt the first snow on your lips.
I was so afraid to say goodbye forever,
Why don't I dream of May anymore?
In places I want to forget passages of dreams as soon as possible,
It won't get any easier from my hands, it won't even get warmer.
I release all my birds to the wild, let them fly,
Where the sun is above my head next to you above our field.
I braid the wind on my short hair, I
melt the first snow on your lips.
I was so afraid to say goodbye forever,
Why don't I dream of May anymore?
перевод песни: Gwen Freya
