A message for you:
Wind brings fragrances, ideas and bad news.
Sometimes good ones too: your fragrance, shadow, sweat, rythm, desire.


Yor shape makes you visible...
And I don't care, your fragrance is in me.


Chaos is a nice thing
when it's found in small things. Destroy yourself.
Only my hurricanes will remain,
that will take me away with them.
Take hold of my life.


Wind is not mine,
I'm just the volume I fill,
Before it I take form.


Your shape makes you visible...
And I don't care, when you pierce me through this I fill.


Chaos is a nice thing
when it's found in small things. Destroy yourself.
Only my hurricanes will remain.
I love you shadow,
Take hold of my life and hang on those who
want to die before it's time.