Ennio Morricone

Here’s to you, Nicola and BartRest forever here in our heartsThe last and final moment is yoursThat agony is your triumph За вас, Никола и БартПокойтесь навечно в наших сердцахПоследний и финальный момент — он весь вашЭта агония — ваш триумф

Everything that you areThat you’d like to beWill come in three, my friendTimes thine inequityThe flutes of the chiWill sound again, my friendWrap yourself up in goldThe fruits of the oldAre ripe to be told, my friendFor, it’s not what you areHow you’ve come to beAll this will end and