Tekster:
All Angels Into Paradise

Sull'aria... Che soave zeffiretto... Questa sera spirera... Zeffiretto... Questa sera spirera... Questa sera spirera... Sotto i pini del boschetto.

Sull'aria... Che soave zeffiretto... Questa sera spirera... Zeffiretto... Questa sera spirera... Questa sera spirera... Sotto i pini del boschetto.

Do you think I can?t see through to who you are? All the life that shines below the pain; the scars Did you think that you could hide the love you hold

Sancte Deus, Sancte Fortis, Sancte Deus, miserere, Miserere nobis. Sancte Deus, Sancte Fortis, Sancte Immortalis, ah, ah, Miserere nobis. Sancte

Sarah Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, domine Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, Dona eis requiem Paul Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu both Qui tollis peccata

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision

Thursday --- a boy named Peter opened the gate and went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'',

angels in white Shall watch all your sleep and safely you keep Close your sweet star like eyes into dreams paradise Close your sweet star like eyes into dreams paradise

curfew gull it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the sun Though its glow is waxed in black All except