On a windy day, let's go on flying
There may be no trees to rest on
There may be no clouds to ride
But we'll have our wings and the wind will be with us
That's enough for me
On a windy day, we went on sighing
There were no sea to rest on
There were no hills to glide
We saw an empty bottle rolling down the street
And on a cupboard stand at corner of the street
Wrinkled souls piled up like grapefruit
