Le vent qui souffle à l'endroit où mon amie est.
Lecture avec le moment de ses cheveux.
Dites à mon amour, dis-moi comment je m'ennuie de lui.
M'en dire plus, mais il attendra.
Cette comme la voix d'une chanteuse finlandaise sonne, qu'elle Jenni Vartiainen, qui est venu partir d'ici l'est de la Finlande.
Sur la Finlande a été dans le divertissement de musique quelques-uns chanteur qui peut chanter jusqu'à ce qu'il touche. Ce sont des hommes Olavi Virta et Georg Ots.
Lyrics in english:
Where my sweetheart is
At night again I went to the balcony to sleep,
so he could be closer to me
I could see the sky from my bed, I began waiting,
to see a shooting star
They say that if you see a shooting star, then
you can wish for anything
At night I whispered a wish up to the sky
I wish the wind started blowing soon
Wind, blow where my darling is
Play a while with his hair
Tell him my love, tell him how I miss him
Tell him, I'm still waiting for him
The night was calm yesterday
but soon anyway
The wind breathed and I got a feeling
Something was moving near me
touched my cheek
I felt a familiar hand on my skin
I didn't waver anymore
and I knew, that I could
Like a small child, fall asleep
The air we breathe is all same air
And under our feet is same soil
Wind blow where my darling is
Play a while with his hair
Tell him my love, tell him how I miss him
Tell him, I'm still waiting for him.
Where my sweetheart is
At night again I went to the balcony to sleep,
so he could be closer to me
I could see the sky from my bed, I began waiting,
to see a shooting star
They say that if you see a shooting star, then
you can wish for anything
At night I whispered a wish up to the sky
I wish the wind started blowing soon
Wind, blow where my darling is
Play a while with his hair
Tell him my love, tell him how I miss him
Tell him, I'm still waiting for him
The night was calm yesterday
but soon anyway
The wind breathed and I got a feeling
Something was moving near me
touched my cheek
I felt a familiar hand on my skin
I didn't waver anymore
and I knew, that I could
Like a small child, fall asleep
The air we breathe is all same air
And under our feet is same soil
Wind blow where my darling is
Play a while with his hair
Tell him my love, tell him how I miss him
Tell him, I'm still waiting for him.
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