Не держи ветер руками | TULGA

«Не держи ветер руками» — песня о том, что не всё в жизни нужно удерживать, исправлять или возвращать. Иногда свобода начинается именно в тот момент, когда позволяешь ушедшему уйти и продолжаешь свой путь. Степной простор, ветер, женский голос и морин хуур соединяются здесь с русской лирикой — в песне о принятии, внутренней тишине и дороге вперёд. ------------------- “Don’t Hold the Wind in Your Hands” is a song about letting go of what has already passed. Sometimes freedom begins when we stop trying to hold everything in place and simply allow ourselves to keep moving forward. Russian lyrics meet the sound and open space of the steppe — a song about acceptance, inner silence, and the road ahead. DON’T HOLD THE WIND IN YOUR HANDS Once I held on tightly to doors No one had been waiting behind for a long time. I was afraid one day to believe That what is gone can simply be let go. I kept letters that had long grown cold, Whose words no longer had a voice. But one day the wind answered me: What has ended must be allowed to end. Do not ask the road to take you back, Do not count the miles already crossed. Sometimes losing something is not a loss — Sometimes it leaves more room for stars. Don’t hold the wind in your hands — The wind cannot be held. Let it pass between us, So we can become more free. What is truly yours will not disappear. What has gone — let it go. The sky becomes wider For those who keep moving on. I learned not to argue with the storm, Not to prove my path against the gale. Not every obstacle that stands before us Must be forced aside by strength. If a tree bends beneath the storm, It does not mean the tree is weak. It knows that those who fight the wind Will break before the branches do. Not every obstacle is a battle, Not every turning means the end. Sometimes staying true to your direction Means knowing when to accept the storm. Don’t hold the wind in your hands — The wind cannot be held. Let it pass between us, So we can become more free. What is truly yours will not disappear. What has gone — let it go. The sky becomes wider For those who keep moving on. I no longer ask the sky Why my day has changed its course. Light and bread are enough for me, And the cool shade of old trees. When the heart is filled with noise, You cannot hear even those who are near. First I will allow myself to listen, And only then will I try to understand. I am neither above nor below anyone. I do not know what waits ahead. But the quieter you become, the closer Comes what you once searched for far away. I do not need to hold on to time. I do not need to hurry the dawn. Everything comes when its time has come. Every step leaves its own trace. Don’t hold the wind in your hands… The wind cannot be held. Let it pass through your heart. Do not make it wait. Don’t hold the wind in your hands — The wind cannot be held. Let it pass between us, So we can become more free. What is truly yours will not disappear. What has gone — let it go. The sky becomes wider For those who keep moving on. Don’t hold on… Don’t call it back… Don’t regret… Let it go…