Wuthering Heights, (les hauts de Hurlevent) d'Emily Brontë, l'un des plus grands classiques du XIXième siècle, celui que je lis et relis dès que j'ai un peu oublié.

Wuthering Heights is my favourite book, one of the greatest classics of the XIXth century, the one I reread regularly.

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 Ci-dessous, Emily Brontë, détail de The Brontë Sisters, par Patrick Branwell Brontë

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Vous vous souvenez? Kate Bush. Cliquez sur la video avant de  suivre les paroles.

Do you remember that song? 

Wuthering Heights, Kate Bush.

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too

Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window

Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master

Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights

(Chorus)
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
(Chorus)