Miserere - Luciano Pavarotti, Los Angeles Music Center Opera Chorus, Los Angeles Philharmonic & Zubin Mehta

Miserere, miserere Miserere, misero me Però brindo alla vita Ma che mistero, è la mia vita, che mistero Sono un peccatore dell'anno ootantamila Un menzognero Ma dove sono? Cosa faccio? Come vivo? Vivo nell'anima del mondo perso nel vivere profondo Miserere, misero me Però brindo alla vita Io sono il santo che ti ha tradito Quando eri solo E vivo altrove e osservo il mondo Dal cielo E vedo il mare e le foreste E vedo me che Vivo nell'anima del mondo perso nel vivere profondo Miserere, misero me Però brindo alla vita Se c'è una notte buia abbastanza Da nascondermi, nascondermi Se c'è una luce, una speranza Sole magnifico che splendi dentro me Dammi la gioia di vivere Che ancora non c'è Miserere, miserere Quella gioia di vivere Che forse Ancora non c'è

Do you ever look around Turn your ear to the ground Show your face to the sky On a night when the skies echoe sounds From inside of your mind On the stage that you shone Where the sun did become you And move with your thoughts Through the sighs and the scenes Of the worlds you have seen And the sights that have been Your reflection in shadows and dreams? - Your reflection in shadows and dreams Did you ever see a man Who did walk down the street White robe with no shoes on his feet And on top of his head place a box with two slits And the sign from his neck said "I do not exist" Or a woman who could not remember her name Did stutter and stutter Again and again And saw you and called you her son Her eyes said "My being is gone But still I'm not dead'? Miserere Have you ever seen a sound Have you listened to an image Have you ever touched a thought Have you ever tasted nothing Have you ever told a lie That was true more than truth Because truth it had lied All its life when it spoke to you? And what did it say It is that it is this This goes here here is there It is not yes it is It was dulling your senses Your eyes they were bound Have you ever my friends Been looking around? And the other replies With a wave of a hand I am already here In this promised land But not by a god and not by a king And not by a spirit Deep from within I am here Because a miracle's a whim It's a flash of glory It's an empty tin And maybe might lets you in Not to save you But to keep on looking- Miserere Have you ever Been so happy that you're sad? That the lights turn to stars And the stars become eyes And hello's are goodbye's And the laughs are the sigh's And the show disappears with the note "Until next time' Long live living If living can be this Long live living If living can be this Long live living If living can be this Long live living If living can be this Do you ever look around Turn your ear to the ground Show your face to the sky On a night when the skies echoe sounds From inside of your mind On the stage that you shone Where the sun did become you And move with your thoughts Through the sighs and the scenes Of the worlds you have seen And the sights that have been Your reflection in shadows and dreams Do you ever look around And find what is yet to be found?