Owind

<br>The body is the scar of your mind,<br><br>The scar turns into a wind of pain.<br><br>It passes mountains after mountains,<br><br>It passes the cities and my country.<br><br><br><br>Owind, owind,<br><br>Oh, oh, oh, wind, oh, oh...<br><br>Oh, owind.<br><br><br><br>But when it passed the world nine times,<br><br>The wind turns into a breeze.<br><br><br><br>Owind, oh, oh, oh...<br><br>Owind.<br><br><br><br>Wind -