Ennio Morricone - Ennio Morricone - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yes ... And yet it is a sin to cry for such music ... Such a nostalgia for feelings and just a sincere experience of everything again ... everything that could be ... and everything that went nowhere ... just evaporated Like gray smoke ... this is not given to understand the one who did not go through this ... Through such a pain you can’t even go through the enemy ... But still it all makes me stronger no matter what ...