Slowly, gently... it touches my skin.
Gradually, it makes me quiver,
as the coldness was felt withinLike a baby lying down in a hammock,
swaying, feeling sleepy, savoring
the sensation of the coldness it brought.
As it caress my body,
I am craving that it would stay,
though I know it has to go away.
When should it come again?...,
and endow the feeling I’m missing.
Blow me again oh gentle wind.
Gradually, it makes me quiver,
as the coldness was felt withinLike a baby lying down in a hammock,
swaying, feeling sleepy, savoring
the sensation of the coldness it brought.
As it caress my body,
I am craving that it would stay,
though I know it has to go away.
When should it come again?...,
and endow the feeling I’m missing.
Blow me again oh gentle wind.
