Julia Pietrucha - With The Wind

Blow with the wind
Snow melts within
Hiding in desires now
Having heart safeguarded by mind
Light up inside
Leave behind who I'm not
A mouthful of a breeze
Now I come back to me

Slowly let it in
With the wind, with the wind
Unfold what's within
Mother comes, mother leaves
I hear sirens squeal
The melodies, my dear
But I am sure, what comes around
Goes around with the wind

And if I hold it dear to heart
The memories won't mare my mind
Unsure what brings other dream
But I'm right here indeed

Slowly let it in
With the wind, with the wind
Unfold what's within
Mother comes, mother leaves
I hear sirens squeal
The melodies of love
But I'm sure, what comes around
Goes around with the wind
Goes around with the wind
Goes around...