Wind Poem by Edgars Brivbergs

I can't explain what I feel,

I can't explain what's inside my heart.

Sometimes afraid of working mill,

But still,

But still

With you don't wanna fall apart.



This spring is gonna stroke my hand,

And wind today will kiss my fading cheek.

I wanna drink it till the end,

And stand,

And stand

Without any hint at funny trick.



My wind is sweet,

It's hard to breath,

Because of happiness I've got.

Just hope you feel

The same I do,

Who knows, my girl, will be or not?



I can't explain what I feel,

I can't explain what's inside my heart.