Cristina Rosenvinge - As the wind blows Tab

530: Solitude, what a lame excuse, you forget as the wind blows. Do not cry over same old news, do not tell what the skin knows. So you fade away Like a summer day. in my hands, empty shells, all those days gone in vain Solitude, solitude, my friend. Lay me down in the summer breeze where young girls find new lovers, wash my face with a white chemise, leave your coat as a cover. Nothing else to see, ‘cause isn’t my (???) in my hands, empty shells, all those days gone in vain solitude, solitude, solitude my friend my friend....