How many times does your face have to be hit as you turned it away, before you stop pretending you don't notice?
How much pain must you endure, before you smile freely?
If you're going to accept defeat again, still bound by rusted chains
Like someone said one day before
The answer is in the wind

With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly
Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change
With the faint power of a tiny love
Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced

Pitiful frauds working their puzzles of lies
Foolish romanticists who gracefully entertain with clumsiness
And the premonition of the coming of the day when history will tell you nothing
Like someone said one day before
The answer is in the wind

With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly
Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change
With the faint power of a tiny love
Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced