The Tempest / Helen Mirren

Описание: The daughter is the innermost part of the mother's soul.
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I’ll get words, so as not to forget.
I will forget sleep to sail away
To those shores that have no account
Where the trace is washed away by the wave.

I trust the wind of the sail, let their breasts be tight.
My way is like a crumpled draft sheet.
Yes, well, let ...
Heaven will teach me, and I will return here.

When the circle closes, they will flood all my piers,
He will give me a sign to leave, which means - start all over again.
Then I will become the wind, then I will become the wind
In your braided hair.

I’m learning how to live here further,
How to cross this river
And melt the pain of nonsense into a string.
Yes I can.

Descent leads to steep steps to your soul.
My way is like a worn out sole of nudity.
Yes, well, let it be.
Heaven will catch me and I will return here.

When the circle closes, they will flood all my piers,
He will give me a sign to leave, which means - start all over again.
Then I will become the wind, then I will become the wind
In your braided hair.

When the circle closes, they will flood all my piers,
He will give me a sign to leave, which means - start all over again.
Then I will become the wind, then I will become the wind
In your braided hair.