A master of emptiness, the king of the air
There's no place to hide when you come
You fly everywhere
Sometimes gentle breezing
Sometimes howling gale
You come out of season
And then fly away
When the wind drop out of sight
Can't believe, open your mind
A cause of disaster, destruction and pain
Salvation for sailors who stalk
For lands with no rain
Sometimes counter-blasting
Sometimes half a gale
You fly over mountains
Beyond any pale
Fly where the wind
Drop out of sight
Can't believe
Open your mind
Fly where the wind
Drop out of sight
Can't believe, open your mind
The ruler of desert rain
You're right in the sky
The mighty emperor of dust
Been hard to define
Sometimes causing sorrows
Sometimes you ease
So what is your plan for
To land on the east?
