He slides along forget-me-nots,
He bursts into the dreams,
He whispers of the magic words.
Can you inhale his breath?

South wind
I kiss your wings.
I need
Your track in the gifts.

He is a secret of the mystery,
He is a temple of the mist,
He is music of the history.
Can you inhale his breath?

South wind
I kiss your wings.
I need
Your track in the myth.	

He brings the pouring rains,
He drives away the fright,
He is a wine of lovely days.
You can see him on the sky.

South wind
I kiss your wings.
I need 
Your track in the peace.