My great fear from where it comes? And where it goes out,I don't know.
It's look like sand in a bosom. It's look like burning hair.
My great fear from where it comes And where it goes out,I don't know.
May be the north wind brings it with itself And maybe I'm a tree And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate.
It's look like sand in a bosom. It's look like burning hair.
Maybe I drink it with water running from my vein. And maybe I'm a tree And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate