Soundarcade - Colloquio Con Il Vento lyrics

Old women speaks and sings in latvian. This is rough translation into english: …my mother …she had a very good voice Very good voice And after the war there weren't all those things And what we used to sing How we used to sing It was really madness Real madness… I want to talk with the springs wind That comes from the place I cant be I want to talk not just to bend my head And while being silent ill turn my ear to him Wind you fly over white apple gardens Over the dark fir-trees that blossom in fire red color Over the fields of flowers, over the silver green rye-fields And that's why you throw so many scents in my face You say my mothers grave is green The red rose will bloom by her cross soon You must have brought some dew with you For suddenly warm moisture pulsates in my eye lids What about my friend My beloved distant friend Did it happen to see him His window was closed he didn't open it for you In the same way he never opened his heart for me And tell me more… no don't tell me anything I am sorry for all those things that pa**ed and those that I cant reach I will close my eyes You will caress me for all those times I was left without it