the translation to english In the air What a gentle breeze Little breeze It will blow this evening It will blow this evening Under the pines of the grove Under the pines Under the pines of the grove Under the pines of the grove He will already understand the rest Sure, sure he will understand Sure he will understand the rest Little song in the air Soave zeffiretto Under the pines of the grove He will already understand the rest Sure, sure he will understand He will understand Sure, sure he will understand He will understand He will understand He will understand He will understand in italian Sull'aria Che soave zeffiretto Zeffiretto Questa sera spirerà Questa sera spirerà Sotto i pini del boschetto Sotto i pini Sotto i pini del boschetto Sotto i pini del boschetto Ei già il resto capirà Certo, certo ei capirà Certo il resto ei capirà Canzonetta sull'aria Soave zeffiretto Sotto i pini del boschetto Ei già il resto capirà Certo, certo ei capirà Ei capirà Certo, certo ei capirà Ei capirà Ei capirà Ei capirà Ei capirà Ei capirà Ei capirà Your welcome, Red and Andy..
lyrics Sull'aria Che soave Zeffiretto Questa sera spirerà Zeffiretto Questa sera spirerà Questa sera spirerà Sotto i pini del boschetto Sotto i pini Sotto i pini del boschetto Sotto i pini Del boschetto Ei già il resto capirà Certo, certo il capirà Certo, certo il capirà Canzonetta sull'aria Che soave Zeffiretto Questa sera spirerà Sotto i pini del boschetto Ei già il resto capirà Certo, certo il capirà Certo, certo il capirà Certo, certo il capirà Il capirà Il capirà Il capirà Il capirà Il capirà Il capirà
“To this day, I have no idea what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are left best unsaid. I would like to think they were singing about something was so beautiful it can’t be expressed in words and make your heart ache because of it. I tell you those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a Gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away. For the briefest moment every last man in Shawshank felt free.” - Red
SUN The intimacy of Empathy ...an aspect of the personality so deep it reaches the root of what it means to be a Whole Human Being; head heart and Soul. What's this? a real human mirror that reveals everything that vampires can't see? Yes, that's me, the intimacy of Empathy. Creepy and untrendy, I know, but you see, I'm not here to seduce your weakness, only to nurture your Integrity and inspire your Creativity ...inwardly united and functioning in integrated harmony just as Heaven and Nature intended you to be. MOON You are beautiful; the rose-warm glow of your lips and the sparkle of your eye are rivaled only by the sensual shape of your style. You are a natural splendor, and it's obvious that you've learned how to earn the admiration of the popular and influential. You are rare and exquisite and entirely different from the ordinary; you deserve only the finest of what life has to offer. You are perfect, and I am cupidity, here to seduce your vanity, now lend me your neck and I promise to make you perfect forever. I will tell you what to wear, whom to love, and which mask to smear upon your face. I will do your thinking for you, and, in exchange, I'll give you a world of guiltless pleasure and confident laughter and privileged indulgence. You will feed on innocence and corrupt all that is good, thus you will grow to fear the true light of day, but you will also grow cunning and deceptive, and the ugly truth of you will thus be hidden forever by the delicious tricks that shadows play in the dark …now ...lend me your neck. TRUTH is revealed in the full light of day; we followed our future by moonlight alone and the path has led us to LUNACY. Give a girl a compliment and she'll glow for a day; teach her Chastity and her light inside will shine for a lifetime. If she can't unite with the light inside you she can only divide you, and to deprive Mankind of its Integrity is a vain ambition. Inspired Creativity is food for the Soul, correspondingly, Vanity sucks the Soul out of everything. The opposite of vanity is humility, and it's the keenness of our humility that determines the exact degree of our self-awareness, and I'm talking about a keenness so keen it reaches the root of what it means to be a Whole Human Being. There is a child inside you, and a mother and a Father; the name of your Integrated family is Empathy. Your empathic ability once properly mothered will only need a mirror to see God in the Godless. If we're not Creating we are consuming, or worse we're only MAKING new consumers ...this is me trying to MAKE friends of the inward journey. The Integrity of your Creativity depends entirely upon the purity of your receptivity, and Chastity is a Lady you can only meet while meditating if your mother was no Lady. Indeed, Integrity is a seed that only grows in Chastity. This Truth is True both outwardly and inwardly, in spite of the divided state of things. Relationship is about harmony, which we each must first find inwardly. If she's only receptive to the whims of flattery then she is no Lady and her true husband The Wind will bring chaos to your family ...this Truth too is True both inwardly and outwardly. The youthful habits of vanity only grow horizontally until she can spread the legs of her receptivity wide enough to receive the flattering seeds of ALL of Mankind's weakness, and all of earth's abominations are born of her adultery. The things that come easily to vanity are all worldly, correspondingly, humility's synchronicities are all Heavenly. MARRIAGE OF THE SUN AND MOON. When two heirs are bequeathed the same thing, one receives the thing and the other receives the value of the thing. The personality is the thing; the Soul is the value of that thing. The Soul is the symbol of Masculine Integrity; flesh heart and head standing upright and projecting the Pearls of inner harmony, just as Heaven and Nature intended Him to be. What Chastity and Integrity create together tell the Truth of an eternal story, but don't take my Word for it, just hit repeat and let Mozart whisper intimately in the intended ear of your inherent genius. Nature has the power to create and the power to consume, for She is life; only Integrity can stand the test of time, for He is the meaning of life. On behalf of the Universal Principles that apply to all of us equally, thank YOU for willfully choosing to make a nurturing place for all the Pearls hiding between the lines. Sincerely, a friend of Irony
It is a common misconception that this piece was written by Mozart. Actually, it is a result of random processes that by chance compiled the notes in just such a way that this piece was produced. No purpose or mind had anything to do with it. In a similar fashon, so are you, just a result of random processes and blind chance. No? Yes? BS detector went off on the first point but not the second? Consider the following: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-HNOAoONRb60.htmlsi=BVusdrjYHsbotGrS
It is a common misconception that this piece was written by Mozart, but actually, it is the product of random chance mixing of musical notes. There is actually no design or mind behind it. Just like you, a product of random chance. No? Yes? BS detector went off on the first one but not the second? Consider the following: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-HNOAoONRb60.htmlsi=BVusdrjYHsbotGrS
I’ll meet you across the border in Saywhatinao. Just take a look astound the Rock wall for a rock that don’t belong there. Kind of like this song that don’t belong in a prison setting.
Idk why but when im down and out the depression kicks in i will listen to this classical masterpiece. It reminds me that there is beauty in life and refreshes my soul. And i have absolutely no clue what they are saying and like in the movie shawshank redemption i dont want to know.
My little cat used to love this song. He died two years ago, but when I listen to this song, I always remember how much he loved life. // Mi gatito amaba esta canción, él murió hace dos años, pero cuando escucho esta canción, siempre recuerdo cuanto amaba la vida.
This is one of those songs you understand without knowing the words. It's more than music when it connects people across languages, time, space, and oceans of thought. At least more than what most people call music these days. A lot of musicians now try to entertain. And they do just that. But we remember the ones who open up their soul and remind us that our feelings are common among people from all over, all walks of life, all times and places. We remember the ones who can show us we're all the same.
A lovely selection of flower and butterfly photos and others. You captured the same butterflies that I have in my garden every year, including the dragonflies. Lovely music 🎶 Unfortunately, my neighbors have been using pesticides. Not many last year. Thank you, Allen.
