Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below

Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly

I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked

Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves



Nothing - left for me

Tones of grey - are all I can see

Eastern wind is tenderly fingering

My cheekbones

And on the lake

On the foam-crested waves

Grandfather frost

Is riding



So I'm going back to the Windlake

Into the eye of the harsh gale

Once and again to the Windlake

Forever she's calling my name



I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat

Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest

And to the draining water, I will turn my back

But along the icy cover, I will come back



Nothing - left for me

Tones of grey - are all I can see

My feet cold, my hands are stiffed

My snot and tears are taken up

Taken, taken up by the wind



The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale

The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale

Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale



So I'm going back to the Windlake

Into the eye of the harsh gale

Once and again to the Windlake

Forever she's calling my name