| Non est ad astra mollis e terris via |
| Non est mollis via, no no no |
| Emitte animo lucem veritatem |
| Non est mollis via, no no no |
| Et sicut vita fine ita |
| cura cura kama cura cura kama |
| Padres, madres, old compadres |
| Speaking on and on |
| (whispered): Bella Elena, bellis perennis primula too |
| Yes, I remember, vinca in bloom |
| and lilac alba opened for you, |
| rosa canina! Bella, it’s true! |
| Unsolved problems, small suggestions |
| Though all the ones they loved are long gone |
| They keep passing their messages along |
| cura cura kama cura cura kama cura |
| Daughter’s lessons, grandson’s questions, |
| Wishes, prayers and vows |
| (whispered): Mama, he"s praying to Buddha, Jesus, Allah and you |
| He tells me now his favorite is Zeus! |
| He could have learned his Bible from you |
| For me it’s all a spiritual groove |
| Meditations, celebretions |
| Music flloating out to starlight |
| In from starlight, voices fill the air |
| Songs so lonely, songs so lovely |
| Songs of pure despair |
| Spirit of love, come to us |
| Songs of our Fathers, can you hear them? |
| Tura lura, Thula Niña, Nana, Tixo, lullaby you away |
| Mama, oye, come away, hear the waves of love |
| Laila, nocte, dorme nene, |
| Papa, oye, hush-a-bye-away |
| Bey An, oya, fa Nina Nanna |
| Mama, Tixo, pára coração |
| Nini cante, komoriuta |
| Faris Dodo, Ho Nena Ho |
| Jo Jo Raama, fa Nina Nanna |
| Papa, oye, hush-a-bye-away |
| Bey An, oya, fa Nina Nanna |
| Sometimes we live so deeply unaware |
| We never hear the voices in the air |
| As goes the life, so goes the death |
| With every breath joining in a deeper song |
| Cura voces, voix de dÃ(c)sespoir |
| Già acht! Pass auf! Stia attento! |
| Chui! Muchi! May yo fa lu |
| Schšnheit zerstšrt, nomine Deo |
| Earth to the stars, songs from all those we |
| Shared our light with, days and nights with |
| Gardens blooming, old friends moving on |
| All those we loved, every day you can listen |
| And you’ll hear |
| Padres, madres, old compadres, |
| Husbands, wives and all taken from us |
| Can they hear us calling through the air |
| Songs so lonely, songs so lovely |
| Songs of pure despair |
| Spirit of love, come to us |
| Songs of our Fathers we hear |
| Voices through darkness and light |
| Sometimes in sleep or throughout sleepless nights |
| 'til that first hush comes, before the dawn comes |
| Your sense of peace comes for a moment |
| In the wuiet hear the stillness |
| fading shifting lifting stirring breathing ringing |
| singing into sound |
| Spirit and song, listen, |
| cantus feret sensa nobis per saecula |
| Ita que sicut vita ita fine |
| Cura voces, cura voces, |
| Ita fine, cura voces, |
| Cura voces, canto alto |
| Sicut vita, ita fine |