Coming back from snowy lands
Far away your echo drifts
Turn in the wind, spin, spread your wings
In the grey dawn of sunrise
Find a path to the rainbow
Spring will reveal itself
Set the bird down so light
On the stone of a submerged island
At last your breath drifts away
Turn in the wind, spin, spread your wings
In the grey dawn of sunrise
Find a path to the rainbow
Spring will reveal itself