Breath on breath of morning wind
Stirs the curtain laces
You may go to chase the sun
Or vanish in its changes
I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies
Yes I will be turning back my paces
Touch the earth and breathe the spring
And walk along the river
So if I have to see you go
It doesn't seem to matter
Maybe I will sing until the music has no edges
To say I will be turning back my faces
Breath on breath of morning wind
Stirs the curtain laces
You may go to chase the sun
Or vanish in its changes
I will stay to gaze upon sweetly smiling ladies
Yes I will be turning back my paces