" Between the moon and sun, lies a creature, with a serpent's face and the remains of an angel. Is that all that is left of me? Where I was and where I had flown. The wind is picking up. It beats the ropes of the flag poles. The wind is picking up, It goes above the trees. Chorus The wind blows under this one sky, It searches for its own kind. And the small man crosses his hands for a prayer But a prayer is just a whisper in the wind, that no one is going to hear and if somewhere, sometime we finally find god, It will not recognize me as its child or image. From the arms of oblivion rises to the iron grey skies the flocks of birds, while the wind spreads dust on us. I'm afraid of death. No one is walking above waters down here. I'm afraid of death. And i'm afraid of living down here. Chorus x2 The wind blows under this one sky, It searches for its own kind. And the small man crosses his hands for a prayer But a prayer is just a whisper in the wind, that no one is going to hear and if somewhere, sometime we finally find god, It will not recognize me as its child or image." The song is about the changing of the season, death and cynicism of faith that Finns are most famous for. Hopelessness and feelings of inadequacy.
well, people from finland learn easily spanish. at least the pronouncing:) so try some websites that lets you learn the basics, then pay for the full lessons, u wont regret:)
