di "Ragazzo una volta in San BabilaAh, Neda, SinatraOh

18 hundred and 59, the engineer BrunelWould build the greatest

soul cake, a soul cakePlease, good missus, a soul cakeAn

is no rose of such virtueAs is the rose that

again, sweet love doth now inviteThy graces that refrainTo

mon!Yush!Shinehead again...well me nah show you, man?Back to back we

was born within sight of the shipyardFirst son of

high above the world tonightThe angels watch us sleepingAnd

an ad in the newspaper that caught my eyeI

Though I’ve tried before to tell herOf the feelings I have

You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields

1: Matthew you're down and they're countingWhen your secrets

You'll remember me when the west wind movesAmong the fields of

– Fabio 1 – Fabio suburban family morningGrandmother

I caught the world in a bottleAnd everything was

free set them free (oh)Free free set them freeFree free

Lord Bateman was a noble lordA noble lord of high degreeImprisoned

There's a moon over bourbon street tonightI see faces as they

Father O'Brien:They're seriously saying it's prolonging me lifeIf I'll only submit

Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteriaConditioned