This world’s wind,
undresses the trees,
bare of leaves.
And
mocks the naked souls,
which are shyly wandering,
in this shallow world.
The wicked wind,
will it leave anything good behind?
This world’s wind,
undresses the trees,
bare of leaves.
And
mocks the naked souls,
which are shyly wandering,
in this shallow world.
The wicked wind,
will it leave anything good behind?