Black feathers against the blue sky
White fluffy clouds so high
I make a wish and pull it strong
I put my kite to fly
I hope some wind will come
To guide these whispers towards you
I hold my faith and look above
My messengers of love
The kite, the crow, the cloud
All I need is good wind
Good wind
The weather is so beautiful
But my beloved is not here
So it's a furious storm
I hope some wind will come
To guide these whispers towards you
I hold my faith and look above
My messengers of love