By: David Byrne (from the album Remain in Light, Talking Heads, 1980)
Translated by: Agron Shala
The peasant sees his village
From a nearby hill
Mozhik thinks about the days
Before the Americans came
He serves foreigners who are growing in number
He sees strangers in luxurious homes
He dreams of the days he can still remember
The Mozhik is carrying a package.
In his trembling hands
Mozhik sends the package
To the American man
Easily, it glides along streets and alleys
The wind comes that drives them to flee for shelter
He feels that the time is surely now or never.
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
Dust on my head, dust on my head
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart comes for him
Expel them, expel them
Mozhik buys his own equipment
In the market
Mozhik sets up the equipment
In the Free Trade Area
He feels the wind lift his people up
He calls upon the wind to guide him on his mission.
He knows that his friend - the wind - is always nearby.
The Mozhik smells the wind
Coming from afar
Mozhik awaits news
In a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind near him.
He feels the power of the past behind him.
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him.
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart
Dust on my head, dust on my head
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart comes for him
Expel them, expel them
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