Don't Expect Me To Be Tender

A blanket of ominous silence
Lies over the town
The streets are deserted
Mysterious twílight breaks in
I cover the sun
With my wind black hair

Slowly I begin
Ruffle your hair
Place ícy kisses on your face
But don't expect me to be tender
I am not a shallow breeze
I am a raging storm

I am a howling wolf playing
Hilarious games with you
Ferociously I grab you
With cold wind gusts hands
Roaring I blow from all directions
Whirling you up into the air

Watch me disrooting trees and
Tearing off rooftiles
Woah - what fun it is!
Bad now I'll visit other regions
When I'm back at equinox
I will ask you for another dance!