O Morro dos Vendavais, em película

Encontrei esta versão, que não conhecia (legendas em português do Brasil)

Kate, Cathy & Heathcliff

Wuthering Heights by 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

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

Let me in through your window

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely

On the other side from you

I pine a lot, 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

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

Let me in through your window

Ooh, let me have it

Let me grab your soul away

Ooh, let me have it

Let me grab your soul away

You know it's me, Cathy

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy

I've come home, I'm so cold

"O Monte dos Vendavais" de Emily Brontë - 22 de Fevereiro às 21h00

"... Aproximámo-nos todos, e eu, por cima da cabeça de Cathy, enxerguei um garotito sujo e andrajoso de cabelos pretos. Era suficientemente grande para andar e falar e, pelo rosto, parecia até mais velho do que Catherine; mas, quando o puseram de pé, limitou-se a olhar em volta e a repetir, sem parar, palavras que ninguém entendia..."

in "O Monte dos Vendavais" de Emily Brontë