Wind of the north, motor of the winter,
if you go to the south you take this song,
the nights are sad like small birds.

Wind of the north, you are my companion,
solitary wind, you bore my head,
if you blow where she lives taking the cold to her,
say to her ear that I love her.

Only you know what is happened,
for as much time that we know ourselves;
only you can know what I feel,
wind of the north.

Wind of the north, already the summer is dead,
from within of the forest arrives a song,
that says the life is sad when much is loved
and the light finishes when the fire finishes.

Only you know what is happened,
for as much time that we know ourselves;
only you can know what I feel,
wind of the north.