I'm in a dirty bed, in a cold room Whispers in my ears Memories strangers I hear the wind outside It transports me I can leave the torments Of no possibility, oh. Just relief When I feel like the wind, The sounds of the wind... Can believe Sometimes I feel like the wind I can scape soon. Go back to my dirty bed To my cold room Just wait until The wind is coming It's desire, and quiet I wait for that moment To leave my torments Oh, again. Just relief When I feel like the wind, The sound of the wind Can believe Sometimes I feel like the wind I can scape soon.