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This is just a translation of a song by the same title.

Spirits of the Wind, they wander through the valleys, the sky, the cliffs and the sea
To protect all living creatures
The sound their wings make
Is like the sound of a flute
And that music is echoing even now

The image of raindrops and grey clouds are reflecting
Not a single footstep is left behind
As the edges of the rainbow changes colors
A mansion is standing and it lets the wind cross through

Spring comes and light shines
Flowers’ breath, drops of morning dew
Ah Summer, sing the song of life
The trees are dancing, the trees are rustling
Autumn arrives and fruits are borne
The Autumn land bears fruits
A song sung for the festival of prosperity
A song praying for abundant crops
They will all come together soon
They will all return soon
Embracing all the seasons

Beckoning the messenger of Winter, the grey clouds
Winds are blowing through the wasteland
Crossing the thin ice

Slender wind is coming through the window
Which secretly reflects the sleeping memories
It is a transparent shine
Locus tracks of eternal prayer

It is higher, crossing the valleys
Water drops are scattering, a river formed
Spread your wings and soar
Crossing the rainbow, locus tracks of light
It is faster, the sound of the wind
Play the song of blessing
Yes, play the song of blessing
Continuing till eternity
Continuing without ever ending
The story goes on
The journey road goes on

It is engraved in the vast world
That symbol, unknown to mankind
The spirit’ fingers are binding the letters
That form an everlasting prayer

On the surface of black rocks
On the mirror of the frozen lake
In the hand of drawing waves
Under the trunks of old trees
In the embrace of slender tendrils
They all draw a blessing from the sky
They all write down on the land the spirits’ locus tracks

Spirits of the Wind
they tie Heaven and Earth together
An eternal blessing that will never die