- published: 21 Jan 2014
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The Secret (Le Secret) is a 1974 French film, directed by Robert Enrico. It is a paranoid thriller film.
At the start we see Jean-Louis Trintignant as a prisoner escaping from custody. On the run, he arrives at the home of a couple living in an isolated farmhouse (Marlène Jobert and Philippe Noiret). He claims that he is in possession of an important secret which the authorities are concealing, but he cannot disclose what it is himself. The couple are unsure whether to believe him, but give him some assistance.
Musica de: j. amoruso - s. cirillo
Dove va a morire il sole,
Dove il vento si riposa,
Ci son tutte le parole
Di chi? stato innamorato
E non ha dimenticato
Tutto quello che c'? stato.
Ed aspetter? il tramonto,
Deve pur passare il vento,
Io mi lascer? portare,
Dove nascono le parole,
Cercher? le tue parole,
Te le voglio riportare.
Non? giusto che una donna
Per paura di sbagliare
Non si possa innamorare,
E si deve accontentarev
Di una storia sempre uguale,
Di una vita da sognare.
Dove va a morire il sole,
Dove il vento si riposa,
Ho incontrato tanta gente
Che in un mare di parole
E fra tanta confusione
Spera ancora in un amore.
Non? giusto che una donna
Per paura di sbagliare
Non si possa innamorare,
E si deve accontentare
Di una storia sempre uguale,
Di una vita da scordare.
Your words
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Text by: s. cirillo
Music by: j. amoruso - s. cirillo
Where the sun goes to die,
Where the wind rests,
There are all the words
Of those who have been in love
And have not forgotten
All that there has been.
And I shall wait for the sunset,
Some time the wind must pass.
I shall let myself be carried
Where the words are born.
I shall look for your words,
I want to bring them back to you.
It is not right that a woman
For fear of making a mistake
Cannot fall in love
And has to content herself
With a story which is always the same
Of a life to be dreamed.
Where the sun goes to die,
Where the wind rests,
I have met many people
Who, in a sea of words
And amid utter confusion,
Still hope for a love.
It is not right that a woman
For fear of making a mistake
Cannot fall in love
And has to content herself
With a story which is always the same