Текст: Bel Canto. Birds of Passage.

Feel the winds on the ridges
See whirls in the meadows
The ice-capped reed announce
That the air is colder

I feel the strength of my heart
Quiver inside me
But I have no cure for that
Anger in your eyes

So don't ask that question
'Cause I don't know the reason
Why it must be like this

No, don't ask that question
Believe me, I don't know why
It has to end this way

The wind will carry me away
The wind that would have killed us both
It saves my life

Your wish I'll keep in my mind
And if it won't come true
Our dream will dream

I don't know why it must be like this
So please don't ask that question
'Cause I don't have the answer

I don't know why it has to end this way
So please don't ask that question
'Cause I, I don't know why, oh, oh, oh

So don't ask that question
'Cause I don't know
Why it must be like this

No, don't ask that question
'Cause I, I don't know why
It has to end this way, oh, oh