Be the lingering river, go and wander under the curved sky
Be the weakening wind and my bridge to impossible
With the strikes of wings, moment by moment to out of reach
I hear your voice or at least I imagine how the whisper is still ringing
You weren't far, only a land that stays in my dreams
With the strikes of wings, moment by moment to out of reach
Tonight I'll stay awake again, when the land quiets down to escort the wanderer
I am the weakening wind and I will make the bridge to impossible
(Original text: "Viipyvä virta" by JP Leppäluoto)
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