O wind, why do you never rest
Wandering, whistling to and fro,
Bringing rain out of the west,
From the dim north bringing snow?
Pegged it. It is the wind that brings us weather miseries and freezes the marrow of our bones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used to sing this as a duet. Would love to hear it again.