text: Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
  Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
  He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
  He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
  He thinks of days that he can still remember now
  Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
  Mojique sends the package to the American man
  Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
  Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
  He feels the time is surely now or never more
  The wind in my heart
  The wind in my heart
  The dust in my head
  The dust in my head
  The wind in my heart
  The wind in my heart
   Drive them away
  Drive them away
  Mojique buys equipment in the market place
  Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
  He feels the wind is lifting up his people
  He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
  He knows his friend the wind is always standing by
  Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
  Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
  He feels the presence of the wind around him
  He feels the power of the past behind him
  He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him on
  The wind in my heart
  The wind in my heart
  The dust in my head
  The dust in my head
  The wind in my heart
  The wind in my heart
   Drive them away
  Drive them away