//// Alone In The Wind ////

behind the wall the no windows wall, the doorless wall 4 women in hands of wind spreading singing to distant fields: the grass and daisies to dancing beauty: rivers of pink waves, green lights and crimson shadows to willows of no so green to skies, the blue and the blue to lumberman's daughter crying from happiness solitude and eternity uttering, uttering what's for, you gone? o father what's for, you left? o mother o coming cold show mercy for that lost daughter for beauty she's got, for the sad happines, for flowers and singing for those four women singing in the far and if it must to take take what you want just leave for her her sad happiness.