Let me give you the lyrics-
Where is the wind?
Wind, invisible, intangible.
Where are you? Where are you?
The wind is coming, the wind is coming,
The wind tilted the young trees,
The wind hides in the crooked branches.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming,
The wind blew the kite high,
The wind is hidden in the high kite.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming,
Wind and rain,
The wind is in oblique rain.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming,
The wind turned the windmill,
The wind is in the spinning windmill.
. . . I hope you are satisfied. . .