Vinda (feat. Heilung & Maria Franz)

Slowly the journey goes like an old man's walk
Searching in waves and searching in sand
The waves didn’t know the sand had seen nothing
Slowly the journey goes when hunger is fed

Hear the wind's hymn, it's sung over the mountain
And you, will you listen to the tune in the evening?
Feet tread carefully in fickle fields and meadows
Sleep is scarce on a thorny bed

Hear the wind's hymn, it's sung over the mountain
And you, will you listen to the tune in the evening?
Feel the warm wind as it brushes against a tired cheek
Let the wind's hymn ease your mind