Tone gốc: D
Erika Harlacher
Then D wait, A wait for a E windier A day
For the D south wind that A soothes
For the E north wind that A bites
As D Mondstadt to the A ear, like a D sweet dream of A freedom
And F#m what are the fruits that went D into the A brew
An D explorers A courage, a love D tender and A true
A D defenders A will strong as D yester A year
Joining the D thousand A winds in a E song of good A cheer
Turning D sour into A sweet, bitter D notes fade A away
As we D wait, A wait for a E windier A day
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Pray D tell what A treasure does E this barrel A hold
‘Tis D wheats greatest A triumph, the E true liquid A gold
As it D pour from the A keg what E sound drifts A by
Wind D chimes in the A boundless E immemorial A sky
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We F#m raise up our glasses and D voices in A song
As we E wait, A wait for the E wind to sing A along
Where F#m do we turn once the thousand D winds take A flight
To the D tales of the A lyre, to the E sweet dream of A tonight.
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