...and as the heavens gape aloft

into the stormy waves of corn I drown



Free Wind, carry me towards the distant sky

Where sun sets down behind the veil of clouds

And still unbroken I will cast my final look

Upon this land, that once have reared me



Lost among this endless freedom

Drowned into the tide of bloom

Spread the wings of golden eagle

Soaring over barrow's loom



Oh, how to find

The one, who heals my sorrow

I ask the rye

And ears of the wheat

I take a ride

This lonely road I follow

Across the fields

The horses and the wind



Free Wind, rush on me your might and shattering wrath

The grass bow down before your breath

And still unbroken I will face my final gust

Unto this land I bid my last farewell