Quruli

My birthday always, always rides on this kind of a wind
That is fragrant with the scent of sunny fresh leaves

One day, on this sort of wind, I'll be lured by your laughter
I'll still be laughing on the next rainy Saturday morning
I made some coffee that's a little strong
The dreams that I have when I'm halfasleep begin to smell like you

My birthday always, always rides on this kind of a wind
That is fragrant with the scent of sunny fresh leaves

Your birthday is on a day that would always, always
Suddenly clear up after everyday having had cold winter winds blowing

You'll always grow up, no matter what kind of wind blows
Don't forget about the day we met, that was like yesterday
It's like I've grown
When I close my eyes, dead leaves call out to the spring
I'm going to go out and greet the new world
The dreams that I have when I'm halfasleep begin to smell like one thing