The wind is blowing in your face,
The rucksack is behind.
The destination of your fate's
Right here, right inside.
Find me at the edge of world
When days dance with the nights.
It will be warm, no trace of cold
Remains at these Great Heights.
Thin-skinned people live in this world,
Thin-skinned people are going around.
They are in a cage like a small bird,
Another more day, another more round.
There I live and breathe the life,
And fly above the sky.
And feel as if I were a kite:
So fresh and light, with peaceful mind.
The wind, my fellow for today,
Is singing song to freedom.
Exhale all sorrows and inhale
Life of transparent wisdom.
Thin-skinned people live in this world,
Thin-skinned people are going around.
They are in a cage like a small bird,
Another more day, another more round.
Thin-skinned people
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