For whom the western wind has blown away

Whom the western wind has blown away
Deep inside might be still afraid,
He flew away on the currents racing forth.
Sometimes asking, wasn’t it all wrong?

The Eastern wind lays long forgotten,
Just an old name, but still longed for often,
Now and then the past stirs up again,
Reminding him of all the fun he had.

Warm winds blow in this new land,
Still he misses home, having a cold hand.
Suddenly his heart cries full of anger,
Head for your home you lost wanderer!

But the western wind blows with a force so great,

And where is he to find a home so late?
He knows this wish can never be satisfied,
It will stay his dream, and haunt him till late at night,
I wish him just to find his way.

For whom the western wind has blown away.