Ennio Morricone - Le Vent, Le Cri - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wonderful music, isn't it? So sincere and real. Today I walked along the street, listening to her. It is difficult to convey in words the condition that it causes in me. I walked, dropping hot tears in the snow. I was sad and joyful. I recalled both my first love and the first loss of a loved one ... I am not ashamed of my tears ... They are not mock and not played. I am glad that I live, I can feel, love and hate, give happiness to others and feel pleasure, seeing the first snow, falling stars, feel the breath of wind on their skin ... I admire the right, impeccable sounds. How much sadness in them! How much passion in them! My quiet sadness ... thank you ...