Fill up the barrels and store them away
Then wait, wait for a windier day
Wax the bottles, seal them tight
For the south wind that soothes, for the north wind that bites

How does this fine wine taste to the tongue?
As "Mondstadt" to the ear: like a sweet dream of freedom
And what are the fruits that went into the brew?
An explorer's courage, a love tender and true

A defender's will, strong as yesteryear
Joining the thousand winds in a song of good cheer
Turning sour into sweet, bitter notes fade away
As we wait, wait for a windier day

Pray tell, what treasure does this barrel hold?
'Tis wheat's greatest triumph, the true liquid gold
As it flows from the keg, what sound drifts by?
Wind chimes in the boundless, immemorial sky

We raise up our glasses and voices in song
As we wait, wait for the wind to sing along
Where do we turn once the thousand winds take flight?
To the tales of the lyre, to the sweet dream of tonight