You
	who knows life
	and who is living
	where the wind strikes hard
	and where the cold
	is like a whisper
	from when
	you still could wish
	 
	why dont you
	reach out youre arms
	grabs the wind
	kisses it
	like and old friend
	 
	there is news
	from the old days
	the gates you shut
	has been opend by one
	who wants to know
	what you saw
	 
	one
	who knows life
	and knows what it whispers
	when it laughs
	with its balled head
	and smell of death