Blow (BG)
Wind from the ocean is blowing to me into the window
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, until will be blown about
In the dark blue sky is goodness and rest
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
And we wait,
We're waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting,
Stir vodka by a nail.
I went to the well, but in a pail of my is a hole
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
How much not to knock on that gingerbread gate
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
And we wait,
We're waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting,
Stir vodka by a nail.
Beat your forehead into wall
Beat your forehead into cross
No one will come out a whole
From this fair of brides
And girls are laughing, girls have a war
Girls want of bright red wine.
So that blow, wind, blow,
Blow from afar
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
Blow in along a pilorama
Blow in along the islands
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
And we wait,
We're waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting,
Stir, stir.
Wind from the ocean is blowing to me into the window
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, until will be blown about
In the dark blue sky is goodness and rest
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
And we wait,
We're waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting,
Stir vodka by a nail.
I went to the well, but in a pail of my is a hole
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
How much not to knock on that gingerbread gate
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
And we wait,
We're waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting,
Stir vodka by a nail.
Beat your forehead into wall
Beat your forehead into cross
No one will come out a whole
From this fair of brides
And girls are laughing, girls have a war
Girls want of bright red wine.
So that blow, wind, blow,
Blow from afar
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
Blow, blow, blow, until will be blown away
Blow in along a pilorama
Blow in along the islands
Blow from the North, blow, blow from the South
And we wait,
We're waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting, are waiting,
Stir, stir.