We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
Be gracious to me o God In Thy true love In the fullness of Thy mercy Blot out my misdeeds Create in me a pure heart o God Give me a new and steadfast
Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin? these fields in my bare feet There wasn?t no place I couldn?t go With a 22 rifle and a fishing pole Well, I live
. Pieta, Signore, Signor, pieta di me dolente! Se a te giunge il mio pregar; volgi i tuoi sguardi su me Signor. Pieta, Signore, di me dolente! Signor
We've taken all you've given But it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking for you to love us You
Fire is my brother Sword is my friend Blood is my lover Death is my Destiny
번역: Bocelli, 안드레아. 자비, 주님을.
번역: 랜디 뉴먼. 대통령 각하 (열심히 일하는 사람 불쌍히 여겨).
번역: 리프. 하나님, 주님의 자비를 베푸소서.
Pieta, Signore, Signor, pieta di me dolente! Se a te giunge il mio pregar; volgi i tuoi sguardi su me Signor. Pieta, Signore, di me dolente! Signor, pieta