Into Paradise (International version)

In paradisum deducant te Angeli;
in tu adventu suscipiant te martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Ierusalem.
(Ierusalem, Ierusalem, Ierusalem)
Chorus angelorum te suscipiat,
et c** Lazaro quondam paupere
(et c** Lazaro quondam paupere)
æternam habeas requiem
(æternam habeas requiem).

Written by: Gabriel Fauré

Ave Maria,
gratia plena,
Dominus tecum,
benedicta, benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus
fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
fructus ventris tui, Jesus.

Sancta Maria,
Mater Dei,
ora, ora pro nobis
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.

Sancta Maria,
Sancta Maria,
ora pro nobis
ora pro nobis peccatoribus
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.

Written by: Pietro Mascagni, Steven Mercurio

Produced by: Kjetil Bjerkestrand

Lo, at midnight clouds are slowly passing, rosy and lustrous,

I Aria (Cantilena)
Tarde, uma nuvem rosea lenta e transparente,

o’er the spacious heav’n with lovliness laden. From the boundless deep the moon arises wondrous, glorifying the evening like a beauteous maiden. Now she adorns herself in half unconscious duty, eager, anxious that we recognize her beauty,
while sky and earth, yea, all nature with applause

salute her.
All the birds have ceased their sad and mournful complaining, now appears on the sea in a silver reflection
moonlight softly waking the soul and constraining hearts
to cruel tears and bitter dejection.
Lo, at midnight clouds are slowly passing

rosy and lustrous o’er
the spacious heavens dreamily wondrous.

Written by: Heitor Villa-Lobos

When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast.
When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast.

Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate

Written by: Henry Purcell, Nahum Tate

SION HEARS HER WATCHMEN CRYING

HER HEART GOES FORTH IN LOVE REPLYING

THE VIRGINS RISE THEIR LAMPS TO TRIM

NOW COME THOU KING OF KINGS

LORD, JESU, GOD´S OWN SON!

HOSIANNA!

WE ENTER GLAD THE BRIDAL HALL

AND SHARE WITH THEE THE WEDDING FEAST

Written by: Johann Sebastian Bach, traditional

Dusk is a lingering on empty streets
Evening is climbing down hollow steps
No one told me about sorrow
No one told said I’d be lonely

Walking them floors till light of dawn
Keeping one’s sorrow for company
Eyes I thought I had forgotten
Bright eyes shining my sorrow

Walking them floors till light of dawn
Keeping one’s sorrow for company
Eyes I thought I had forgotten
Bright eyes shining my sorrow

Written by: Geirr Tveitt, Sven Smedberg, Traditional

What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary

Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian fear
For sinners hear
The silent word is pleading

Nails, spears shall pierce him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail the word made flesh
The babe, the son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, king to own Him
The King of kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise the song on high
The virgin sings a lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The babe, the son of Mary

Written by: Traditional

Produced by: Kjetil Bjerkestrand

Hush! Hush!
With lovely eyes

Closed in sleep, the princess lies,
By a fairy charm enchanted,
Doomed to dream in forests haunted:
Hush! Hush!
Pale and wan, as dead she were,
Sleeps the princess ever there.
Hush! Hush!

Sudden on the silence breaking,
Laughing, shouting, merrymaking,
Thro’ the gloom the woodnymphs sweep,
Yet they do not break her sleep.

Fast asleep the princess lies,
Wrapped in mystery her eyes,
By a fairy charm enchanted,
Doomed to dream in forests haunted!
Hush! Hush!

Baleful charm and slumber fell:
Will she wake?
Ah, none can tell!
Hush! Hush!

Performed by: Sissel, London Symphony Orchestra

Written by: Alexander Borodin

Produced by: Kjetil Bjerkestrand, Chris Roberts

Vitae lux, vitae vis,
unde spes vigens.
Duc sub nocte per umbras,
firmentur pedes.
Silentium mox intrat,
mortis vis valet.
Anget vitae semita,
ne nos occultet.

Vitae lux, vitae vis,
unde spes vigens.
Duc sub nocte per umbras,
firmentur pedes.
Silentium mox intrat,
mortis vis valet.
Anget vitae semita,
ne nos occultet.

Written by: Frode Alnæs, Ivar Dyrhaug

It was down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

Written by: Traditional, William Butler Yeats

Produced by: Kjetil Bjerkestrand