Angels from the realms of glory Wing your flight over all the earth Ye, who sang creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Traduction: City of Angels BO. Sarah McLachlan - Angel.
Traduction: Sarah Brightman. Angels From The Realms Of Glory.
only love can hear our voice We'll keep each other warm And fill our hearts with joy We'll take our love and glide along the sky Where only angels fly... Where only angels
Bambino mio, ti porta il mare, ti culla l'onda, ti veste il fuoco. E calde le tue piume, chicco di grano... nuvola sottile, piccole mani; e la dove sarai
are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there You're in the arms of the angel May
, Oh, beautiful release, Memory seeps through my veins. Let me be empty, Oh weightless and maybe, I'll find some peace tonight. [Chorus] In the arms of the angel
pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel may
easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees In the arms of an angel... You're in the arms of the angel
are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel may
alright Oh, It's the weight of love Remember our first kiss And how we melted in our seats There will never be a January As warm in Tennessee It was an angel
from the wrecklace Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some confort there You're in the arms of the angel May you find
Sunrise is over Your walking on by And i'm nowhere Two lives driven by quakes Your walking a life So i'm no-one Angel see the signs Don't worry leaving
pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you
Angel, so there. I figure it's only about sixty more years So come on Angel, stop all the tears Come sing me a song or two Whatever it is you Angels
It's great to be young It's great to be young Didn't anyone tell you That life was a lousy substitute? You're not packing with angels now In your undertaker
The First Noel, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's
