The wind of Askania!
In the virgin steppe, sun and feather grass.
Sleepily it dreams – a white-foamed feather grass.
I stand lifeless from the dreams.
Close, here – mighty shoulders and back.
The head of a young wanderer.
The wind of Askania!
In the virgin steppe, sun and feather grass.
Sleepily it dreams – a white-foamed feather grass.
I stand lifeless from the dreams.
Close, here – mighty shoulders and back.
The head of a young wanderer.
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