Fresh and insolent breeze is smacking me in the face

Fresh and insolent breeze is shaking me up to tease

Sending shocks to my brain

Fresh and insolent breeze and my brain is wandering

...I am awaking with the touch of September...

I'm awaking

I'm awaking

I am being called to Life again

Fresh and insolent breeze is smacking me in the face

Fresh and insolent breeze and my pulse is quickening

Sending shocks in my veins

Fresh and insolent breeze and my body 's celebrating

...I am awaking with the touch of September...

I'm awaking

I'm awaking

I am being called to Life again

...I am awaking with the touch of September...