Pavarotti

With a singing voice he flied In his passion and commitment Every peaceful hope he tried With his heart in its fulfillment Song like love coming thoroughly Every time in deep reflections When art admirations is truly In every its made selections Skylark voices to hours bring Filling every dream of state When a voice of golden did sing To give us love and never hate How each tone is in its unison With the harmonies he has tried Bringing music to its on and on Till the last tone in air had died 'O mio babbino caro, ' Oh make each song become free Like breezes in trees go Forever through and lastingly For every ear that listens For beauty to come and live Through moments and glistens That tone of music can give Every moment in celebrating Victories in voice beat achieving Never to the world outdating Feelings and passions in relieving Somewhere his voice is still singing Giving care for each life loss A heart of love in voice bringing With hope for all to come across 'O mio babbino caro, ' Oh make each song become free Like breezes in trees go Forever through and lastingly