Francesco Liccari - The Wind Lyrics

I know the wind that hits my face
It brings the time of a lost place
The wind that dries the tears
And corrodes the face
The wind that tears the years
And leaves its trace
The wind that blows in my ears
Keeps giving me the chase
Maybe one day it will sweep the ashes
Like a mute poem
I know the wind that hits my face
It slows down my weary pace
The wind that cleans the scars
And ages the eyes
The wind that blows and jars
While the dust flies
To the distant and forgotten stars
That will never rise
Maybe one day it will sweep the ashes
Like a mute poem
Pushed by the westward wind
I will touch the sunset
Maybe one day it will sweep the ashes
Like a mute poem
Maybe one day it will sweep the ashes
Like a mute poem
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