My love returns to you like the wind blowing
My love returns to you like the wind blowing
Over forgotten fields, bringing whispers and shadows
From times that seem never to have ended,
It returns like a river seeking its way to the sea.
As the soul comes like a bird, carried by unseen wings,
I don't know from where it comes, but I feel it rising from the depths
An old desire, like a flower growing from stone,
My love returns to you like a dream that never leaves.
Proud Mary and Holy Virgin, the light that guides us,
As the soul comes like a bird that rests on the flower of life,
In your beauty, I find tranquility, I find the desired peace,
As the soul comes like a bird, to rest in light.
The bird that with its wing wrote the verse ascending to the sky,
Tell it to me in a dream, tell it when sleep embraces me,
To feel myself rising towards the light, carried by words,
The bird that wrote with its wing, to be my guide in the night.
In the depths of endless nights, I lose myself in thoughts,
Seeking the silence that calms the storms within the soul,
Like a child hiding from shadows, waiting for dawn,
In the depths of the nights, my love returns to you.
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Dan Enache
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