Борис Гребенщиков - The Wind

Your eyes are colored like wind Wind from the northern sea A wave on the sand so clear Whoever got me that far must be laughing Alright, I can laugh as well So sweet is your touch May I never go free But I'm breaking away To return unbound And I hear the sound Behind my shoulder Like the shape of the swan, gliding And when the trees are bare There will be nowhere to return to But we stay, believing Your eyes are colored like wind Bringing incredible news I don't know if I'm ready Does it matter? Whoever cut me that deep I love you And here I stand, transfixed Listening to the sound of the wind