[00:03.391]Fill up the barrels and store them away,

[00:06.545]Then wait, wait for a windier day.

[00:10.478]Wax the bottles, seal them tight,

[00:13.939]For the south wind that soothes, for the north wind that bites.

[00:17.539]How does this fine wine taste to the tongue?

[00:21.347]As 'Mondstadt' to the ear: like a sweet dream of freedom.

[00:24.584]And what are the fruits that went into the brew?

[00:28.121]An explorer's courage, a love tender and true.

[00:31.489]A defender's will, strong as yesteryear,

[00:35.274]Joining the thousand winds in a song of good cheer,

[00:38.802]Turning sour into sweet, bitter notes fade away,

[00:42.204]As we wait, wait for a windier day.

[00:45.985]Pray tell, what treasure does this barrel hold?

[00:49.621]Tis wheat's greatest triumph, the true liquid gold.

[00:53.123]As it flows from the keg, what sound drifts by?

[00:56.840]Wind chimes in the boundless, immemorial sky.

[01:00.187]We raise up our glasses, and voices in song,

[01:03.819]As we wait, wait for the wind to sing along.

[01:07.330]Where do we turn once the thousand winds take flight?

[01:11.128]To the tales of the lyre, to the sweet dream of tonight.