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Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below |
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Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly |
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I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked |
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Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves |
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Nothing - left for me |
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Tones of grey - are all I can see |
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Eastern wind is tenderly fingering |
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My cheekbones |
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And on the lake |
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On the foam-crested waves |
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Grandfather frost |
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Is riding |
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| [01:10.27] |
So I'm going back to the Windlake |
| [01:13.71] |
Into the eye of the harsh gale |
| [01:17.95] |
Once and again to the Windlake |
| [01:22.38] |
Forever she's calling my name |
| [01:26.12] |
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| [01:35.92] |
I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat |
| [01:40.04] |
Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest |
| [01:44.47] |
And to the draining water, I will turn my back |
| [01:48.77] |
But along the icy cover, I will come back |
| [01:52.83] |
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| [01:53.14] |
Nothing - left for me |
| [01:57.07] |
Tones of grey - are all I can see |
| [02:05.31] |
My feet cold, my hands are stiffed |
| [02:13.86] |
My snot and tears are taken up |
| [02:19.23] |
Taken, taken up by the wind |
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The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale |
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The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale |
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Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale |
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| [03:57.90] |
So I'm going back to the Windlake |
| [04:01.71] |
Into the eye of the harsh gale |
| [04:06.01] |
Once and again to the Windlake |
| [04:10.63] |
Forever she's calling my name |
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