We Are the Wind - Xiphea

It was the third morning since they had left their home

They started walking into the forest

They saw a lovely bird and they did follow it — just for one song

It landed on a roof, oh of a little house

The walls were made of bread and sugar windows

A candy paradise, a nagging hunger!

They broke off a piece

«Nibble, nibble, little rat — it’s my house you’re nibbling at!»

We are the wind or the stormy weather, a soft and a passing breeze

That plays in the trees forever

We are no children, who have come to the sweetest heaven

We are just a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever

And they went on eating sweets — Well it was dangerous

And it made them want more — A craving like a curse!

They broke a piece of bread and grabbed a window- pane

It creaked and cracked

Suddenly that voice again from the inside of the house

Eerily, it frightened them and there was no way out

It sounded like a knife and left them terrified — Once more they lied:

We are the wind or the stormy weather, a soft and a passing breeze

That plays in the trees forever

We are no children, who have come to the sweetest heaven

We are just a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever