I have dust on my boots of a thousand cathedrals
And I have taken my place with wounded news
And I have reigned with my voice with an altitude of angels
Use this nest, trashed by your trees
Use this ink on your feet
I'll be your wind
I'll be your wind
I, Sergio, receive you, Patricia, as a wife, and I promise to be faithful to you
in prosperity and diversity, in health and in sickness
And I would love to respect you every day of my life
I've lit my candle in the furnace of your force, a spark of light amongst the fires of the night
Nervous and withered on, thoroughly overclassed amongst the mist and you, you would have heard
Use this ink on your feet
I'll be your wind
I'll be your wind
I'll be your wind
I'll be your wind
