Well, shall go as far
is the echo of the bell ...
There, between the white snow. There, among the clouds d'or.
Where hope is regret and sorrow.
O my mother's joyous home,
Wally will go away from you very
and maybe you will not never return, nor
see her again ... Never again ...
Well, shall go away:
as the echo of the bell.
There, amid the white snow.
I will go alone and far away, and the clouds
d'or.
not ask me why I posted this air of magnificent Catalan: the entire day that I have it in mind. Maybe because I'm about to leave ... Mah ..
worth a listen, however, especially in the masterly interpretation of Maria Callas ...
Listen to it: you will not regret!
The blogghetto of Paoletta 
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