From a nearby hill
Mojik thinks of days that for 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
Mojik holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojik 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 never more
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
The dust in my hand, the dust in my hand
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
We'll drive them away, we'll drive them away
Mojik buys his equipment in the marketplace
Mojik learns devices from 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
Mojik smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojik waits for news 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 hand, the dust in my hand
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
We'll drive them away, we'll drive them away
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
The dust in my hand, the dust in my hand
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
We'll drive them away, we'll drive them away
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
We'll drive them away, drive them away
Drive them away
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
The dust in my hand, the dust in my hand
You and me, we always sweat and strain
You look for sun, I look for rain
