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Sprst du sprst du wie der Wind. Durch die Adern rinnt. Die Wollust bringt. Fhlst du fhlst du. Wie er singt. Sprst du sprst du wie das Blut. Der Wind der Wind wei wer ich bin Der Wind der Wind
The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea. It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me. All summer long, we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand. Two sweethearts
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind. A restless wind that yearns to wander. And he was born the next of kin. The next of kin to the wayward wind In a lonely shack by a railroad track. He