Inno Corale

DIIS IRATIS NATUS, OMNIBUS IGNOTUS,. QUI NATUS EST INFELIX, NON VITA MODO TRISTE,. DECURRIT, SUFFICIT DIEI MALITIA SUA,. FELIX QUI POTUIT RERUM COGNOSCERE CAUSA..

Il Violino Incantanto

[The Enchanted Violin]. . Par espaces immobiles,lointain.. Ames lumineuses sont transportees. Avec rythme cadence. A la derniere demeure,. par espaces immobiles,lointains.............

Il Signore Delle Botole

[The lord of the trap-doors]. [instrumental].

Il Palco N. 5

In My Head

Sweet little girl. What's on your mind ?. Just live it on the other side. Your own lead old town. Is telling you. It's time to say goodbye. . One falling star in my head.

I See Ghost (ghost Gunfighters)

I never see your crazy face. Smiling, laughing, screaming my name (like that). Suddenly your eyes disappear in the night. I run as fast as I can. . It's strange, it's strange, it's strange.

Il Cantico Delle Creature

A Te solo buon Signore. Si confanno gloria e onore. A Te ogni laude et benedizione. A Te solo si confanno. Che lAltissimo Tu sei. E nullomo degno. Te mentovare.

It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King

It was a' for our rightfu' King. We left fair Scotland's strand;. It was a' for our rightfu' King. We e'er saw Irish land, my dear,. We e'er saw Irish land..

Is There For Honest Poverty (for A' That)

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,. May shift, and turn, an' a' that,. The noblest breast adores them maist-. A consequence I draw that.. . Chorus.

If I Never Spend A Morning Without You

It's morning o'er the Islands I love. And wild seas lie still, deep and blue. Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain. . If I never spend a morning without you.

I'd Cross The Wild Atlantic

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore. Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore. And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride. Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side.

I Mourn For The Highlands

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken. The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave. To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken.

In The Creases

In the Creases. . Youre the smell of the toast that you made in the mornings.. Youre the page in my book that I keep to myself.. Youre the unlocking sound when I turn my door key..

I Got Her

Chorus:. Feeling on my flow now she really wanna go. Tell her that I love her but she knows it ain't so. Her heart starts racing now she's ready to explode.