Текст песни




There's a long gorge by the coast
There's an old tree standing tall
There's a straight house in the field
And the tall weeds in the wind
Feel, feel the wind again
Make it your own
Empty your soul
Can't you see
That you don't have to say
Not even a word
To get through to me
I see all around
All the majesty of those simple things
I know I fell for you
I can feel your presence everywhere
Oh, feel, feel the wind again
Make it your own
Empty your soul
Can't you see
That you don't have to say
Not even a word
To get through to me
'Cause I'm crying out loud for love
And there's a hundred different ways of crying out loud
Oh, crying out loud for love
And the beauty of the land speaks for me
Speaks for me
Speaks for me
Goodbye mon ami
I will very much miss your love
In the cool colors of the land
When the sun is yet to die again
Oh, feel, feel the wind again
Make it your own
Empty your soul
Can't you see
That you don't have to say
Not even a word
To get through to me
'Cause I'm crying out loud for love
And there's a hundred different ways of crying out loud
Oh, crying out loud for love
And the beauty of the land speaks for me
Whoa, crying out loud for love
And there's a hundred different ways of crying out loud
Oh, crying out loud for love
And the beauty of the land speaks for me
Speaks for me
Speaks for me
Speaks for me



Авторы: Jean-marc Pisapia, Luc Papineau, Jean Pierre Louis Joseph Brie, Guy Pisapia Copyright: Blue Image Music



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