Listening Wind

Mujik sees his village from a nearby hill. Mujik thinks of days before Americans came. He serves the foreigners in growing numbers. He sees the foreigners in fancy houses. He dreams of days that he can still remember Now. Mujik holds a package in his quivering Hands. Mujik sends the package to the American Man. Softly, he glides along the streets and alleys. Up comes the wind that makes them run for Cover. He feels the time is surely now or Nevermore. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. The dust in my head, The dust in my head. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. Will drive them away, Will drive them away. Mujik buys his equipment in the marketplace. Mujik plans devices through the free trade zone. He feels the wind is lifting up his people. He calls the wind to guide him on his Mission. He knows his friend, the wind, Is always standing by. Mujik smells the wind that comes from far away. Mujik weighs veneers In a quiet place. He feels the presence of the wind beside him. He feels the power of the past behind him. He has the knowledge of the wind to guide Him on. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. The dust in my head, The dust in my head. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. Will drive them away, Will drive them away. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. The dust in my head, the dust in my Head. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. Will drive them away, Will drive them away. The wind in my heart, the wind in my Heart. Will drive them away, Drive them away. Drive them away