Текст песни Eastwind - Nostalgia 77

Eastwind is blowing black clouds away
And the cobwebs in the corners
She blows at night, she blows the day

Eastwind is blowing
Black storms they come
It blows through the bitter night
Evil′s on the run

From the desert to the mountains
Through the valleys to the seas
Across the oceans to the city
Eastwind, the wind of change