Текст песни София Ротару - Колыхание ветра

THE WIND OF THE WIND
Where the crystal source hits,
There is a wonderful place in the blue mountains.
There's a young wind, a young wind,
In the cradle, she swings her own.

The whole night I was in the wind,
He followed me up to the clouds.
I told him fairy tales,
He sang his songs to me.

At the dawn of the boss I go,
And I will not find the paths home.
My wind blew in the field
I said goodbye and gently hugged.

We said goodbye all day to the wind,
Until dark evening came.
I told him fairy tales,
He sang his songs to me.

COTTON OF THE WIND
Where the crystal source hits,
There is a strange place in the blue mountains.
There's a young wind, a young windmill,
In his lollipop swinging His.

The whole night I wobbled with the wind,
He flew behind me to the clouds.
I told him fairy tales,
He sang His songs to me.

At the dawn of the boss I go,
And home path will not find.
My wind in the field took over
And he said goodbye tenderly.

We said goodbye all day with the wind,
Until dark evening came.
I told him fairy tales,
He sang His songs to me.