For every pressure I hold My spirit is born again Facing death, possessed by war The hate keeps growing I can feel your soul is not there You're just an empty shell Cursed and forgotten by God Waiting for an end When your wounds are open wide There's no sun up in the sky Can't you see before your eyes? Now it's time for you to... Rise from suffocation, Free all the chains that bind you Rise through all the fear That holds you back and choose to rise Ask yourself what makes you come alive Then go and fucking do it What makes you alive? Every time you try to hide The confrontation haunts you Try looking beyond my eyes There's one salvation When your wounds are open wide There's no sun up in the sky Can't you see before your eyes? Now it's time for you to Rise from suffocation, Free all the chains that bind you Rise through all the fear That holds you back and choose to rise Ask yourself what makes you come alive, Then go and fucking do it You may have to fight a battle More than once to win it Rise from suffocation, Free all the chains that bind you Rise through all the fear That holds you back and choose to rise Ask yourself what makes you come alive, Then go and fucking do it

Da-da-da Da-da-da This time, da-da-da, this time Making Christmas Making Christmas (ooh) Making Christmas, making Christmas Is so fine It's ours this time And won't the children be surprised It's ours this time Making Christmas Making Christmas Making Christmas Time to give them something fun They'll talk about for years to come Let's have a cheer from everyone Dum-da-da Da-da-oh Snakes and mice get wrapped up so nice With spider legs and pretty bows It's ours this time All together, that and this With all our tricks we're making Christmas time I don't believe what's happening to me My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies Won't they be impressed, I am a genius See how I transform this old rat Into a most delightful hat Hmm, my compliments from me to you On this your most intriguing hat Consider though this substitute A bat in place of this old rat Huh! No, no, no, now that's all wrong This thing will never make a present It's been dead for much too long Try something fresher, something pleasant All together, that and this With all our tricks we're making Christmas time 'Cause when the full moon starts to climb We'll all sing out It's Christmas time

Empty manger, perfect stranger About to be born Into darkness, sadness, desperate madness Creation so torn We were so lost on Earth, no peace, no worth No way to escape In fear, no faith, no hope, no grace And no light But that was the night before Christmas Warm hay, cold sweat, a mother, not yet Praying Godspeed the dawn She looks to her man, holding her hand They wonder how long And the shepherds, wise men come to find them And bow to a king One star above shining on love So bright It lit up the night before Christmas And the world didn't know Mercy was meek and so mild And the world didn't know The truth was as pure as a child The night before Christmas The night before Christmas And the world didn't know Redemption was sweet and so strong And the world didn't know Salvation was writing a song The night before Christmas The night before Christmas The night before Christmas Empty manger, perfect stranger About to be born

Cos'è? Cos'è? Ma che colore è? Cos'è? Quel bianco intorno a me Cos'è? io non l'ho visto mai, starò sognando In guardia Jack! Ma cos'è, cos'è? Cos'è? Cos'è? qualcosa qui non va Cos'è? C'è musica in città Cos'è, le strade sono piene di persone che sorridono felici Sono pazzi oppure amici ma cos'è, cos'è? Bambini nella neve che giocano così Nessuno è solo, e poi Non c'è mai tristezza qui E brilla ogni finestra o non so che cosa sia Quel piccolo calore mai provato in vita mia Oh no! Cos'è quel vischio appeso li Eh sì! Si baciano così E poi, le storie intorno al fuoco Le castagne e qualche gioco, come mai? Cos'è? Cos'è? Follia, quell'alberello che Sta lì e io non so più perché, perché? Lo coprono di luci colorate E poi di stelle ritagliate, di sorrisi e di allegria Io non capisco cosa sia Mi sembra gioia, sembra gioia O forse il sogno è già realtà Chissà Oh Dio, che c'è Quaggiù si dorme già Perché di mostri non ce n'è No, no Né streghe né fantasmi, niente notti di paura I bimbi dormono sicuri nei lettini Ahh Cos'è? I mostri non ci sono e gli incubi mai più E tutto sembra bello come un cielo sempre blu Io sento il dolce suono di canzoni intorno a me Profumo di biscotti, odore di felicità È qui! È qui! Il posto dove io Vorrei, restare per magia Vorrei, scaldarmi il cuore e ridere e vivere Adesso voglio vivere Lo voglio, sì lo voglio, sì lo voglio e lo farò Io lo saprò, io lo saprò Se questo posto è vero o no Che cos'è?

It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap Had just settled down for a long winter's nap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick More rapid than eagles his coursers they came And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name Now, Dasher, now Dancer, now, Prancer and Vixen On, Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall Now dash away, dash away, dash away all As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky So up to the house-top the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof As I drew in my hand, and was turning around Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot A bundle of toys he had flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle And away they all flew like the down of a thistle But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night