[00:27.72]Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below
[00:31.33]Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly
[00:35.77]I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked
[00:39.90]Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves
[00:43.94]
[00:44.38]Nothing - left for me
[00:48.56]Tones of grey - are all I can see
[00:52.61]Eastern wind is tenderly fingering
[00:59.60]My cheekbones
[01:01.97]And on the lake
[01:04.22]On the foam-crested waves
[01:06.28]Grandfather frost
[01:08.46]Is riding
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[01:10.27]So I'm going back to the Windlake
[01:13.71]Into the eye of the harsh gale
[01:17.95]Once and again to the Windlake
[01:22.38]Forever she's calling my name
[01:26.12]
[01:35.92]I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat
[01:40.04]Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest
[01:44.47]And to the draining water, I will turn my back
[01:48.77]But along the icy cover, I will come back
[01:52.83]
[01:53.14]Nothing - left for me
[01:57.07]Tones of grey - are all I can see
[02:05.31]My feet cold, my hands are stiffed
[02:13.86]My snot and tears are taken up
[02:19.23]Taken, taken up by the wind
[02:23.59]
[03:16.15]The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale
[03:24.83]The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale
[03:41.30]Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale
[03:50.97]
[03:57.90]So I'm going back to the Windlake
[04:01.71]Into the eye of the harsh gale
[04:06.01]Once and again to the Windlake
[04:10.63]Forever she's calling my name
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