for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright
: Un bel giorno ... Un bel giorno per morire Un bel di, vedremo Levarsi un fil di fumo Sull'estremo con fin del mare E poi la nave appare One fine day
: What you never know won't hurt you What you never know won't lie What you never know won't desert you What you never know won't say goodbye What you
: And do you still touch her like you do Kiss her all over in the way I kissed with you And when you sleep with her, do you sometimes think of me Not
: Springtime in Tangier The sky's getting wider Renewing its splendour The world's getting brighter Setting out just like the sun That's never seen
: The song serves as an intro to the next song: "Beautiful". It is instrumental, in the sense that Sarah does not sing. The latin words sung by the Bach
: If you can depend On certainty Count it out and weigh it up again You can be sure You've reached the end And still you don't feel Do you know you'
: My statues are falling Like feathers of snow Their voices are calling In a whispering world Waiting for the morning glow Heaven is calling From a
: The journey home is never too long Your heart arrives before the train The journey home is never too long Some yesterdays always remain I'm going
: Part 1: Scimatar moon Don't you forget the echoes of time Won't you regret the losing of minds In my dreams I'm searching Across the desert sands for
: Take my hand I'm a stranger in paradise All lost in a wonderland A stranger in paradise If I stand starry-eyed That's the danger in paradise For mortals
: Around the world in eighty days We sailed the seven seas A thousand nights and one And forty more in fantasy The prophecy in destiny was falling Calling
: Burning sands, winds of desire Mirrored oasis reflect a burning fire Within my heart, unwatered, feeding the flame Welcoming you to my Harem Sing
: This is a French version of 6. Free Il reste de nous des bouts de ruine Des pans de murs anciens, des pierres ou l'on devine Que la vie fut belle
: We saw the holy men come in from Sanchi We touched their souls and heard the Martyrs crying Among the fields of red we took the strange brew
: Instrumental; Sarah sings only ah-ah-ah's
: Tout c'que tu n'sais pas... de nous deux Tout c'que tu n'sais pas... de moi Je te dirai tout... ce que tu veux Tout ce que je sais... me vient de toi
My statures are falling Like feathers of snow Their voices are calling In a whispering world Waiting for the morning glow Heaven is calling From rainy
