Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum Dat panis coelicus Figures terminum O res mirabilis Manducat Dominum Pauper, pauper Servus et humilis
, you, you You see through, right to the heart of me You break down my walls with the strength of your love I never knew love like I've known it with you Will
one who completes me So I pray for the love that will save me So I wait for the hours that will lift me So I wait for the eyes that will tell me I
Sul mare luccica l'astro d'argento. Placida e l'onda, prospero il vento. Venite all'agile barchetta mia! Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! O dolce Napoli, o
me il mondo finira Se non ci fossi tu Ovunque vai Voglio che sai If you need a friend or a lover Or a place that you can hide I will always be there
There's a place for us, Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere. There's a time for us, Some day a time for us,
In the desert where almost nothing grows You'll find the most beautiful rose Takes its name from Jericho, a miracle of life I know a place I can't deny
with tears for you I call upon you again to dream with me your image in my face is becoming stolen from the rest of the world just for me I will be for
Every generation blames the one before And all of their frustrations come beating on your door I know that I'm a prisoner to all my father held so dear
When I am down and oh my soul so weary When troubles come and my heart burdened be Then I am still and wait here in the silence Until you come and sit
(Lyrics by Vicenzo Russo, Music by Eduardo Di Capua) Ah ! che bell'aria fresca ch'addora e malvarosa. E tu durmenno staje ncopp'a sti ffronne 'e rosa
Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto Li tutti vivono in pace e in onesta Lo sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere Come le nuvole che volano Pien' d'
Miserere, miserere, miserere, misero me, pero brindo alla vita! Ma che mistero, e la mia vita, che mistero! Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila,
you It's happening too You're lost in the snow As night time falls You cry in your darkest fear You think you've lost your friend Who will dry your
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole N'aria serena doppo na tempesta Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia na festa Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole Ma n'atu sole
(lyrics by Frank Musker, music by Ronan Hardiman) Born with the voice of an angel A boy with the earth on his hands For this child of the lowly Fate
us It will be like an angel And it will fly Over seas and blossoming hills In the immensity It will be like music And it will play for us It will be