Wake me, O mountain wind,you who descend from the peaksand come to me like a secret messenger.
You find me,plunged in sighsand steeped in the ache of longing.
And you sweep me awayand carry me upward,the boy waits for me with open arms.
He who gave me my dreams,on earth, in the sky, above the clouds,O mountain wind, when are you coming?
*You became my wings, mountain wind,I carried the dream up high with you,you shattered my prison of longing,here I am, boy, the day has come.
Here I am, boy, the day has come,we no longer watch at the window,we are together before the dawn breaks,the mountain wind - a witness.
