Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky swing?
Why does my heart grow fractious?
Neither you nor I can know...
Why does the spring come?
Why does it rob me of peace?
Why does love happen?
Neither you nor I can know...
This rapture, this loneliness...
Whose shadows linger in my imagination?
This wet weather, the elation of youth,
where is love taking me away to?
Why is every direction spinning around me?
Why does such intoxication exist?
Why does it bring such pleasure?
Neither you nor I can know...
It races; it pains me too:
why is this heart suddenly staggering?
It perfumes like a flower; it warbles like a bird;
what does this heart even understand of faithfulness?
Why do eyes meet?
Why does it have such an effect?
Why does the dawn break?
Neither you nor I can know...
Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sky swing?
Why does my heart grow fractious?
Neither you nor I can know...
Why does the spring come?
Why does it rob me of peace?
Why does love happen?
Neither you nor I can know...
