“Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.”
Hans Christian Andersen

  1. Ballad of a werewolf Cagliostro 4:55
  2. Neverland Cagliostro 5:13
  3. La Strega Cagliostro 4:14
  4. Nozze d'autunno Cagliostro 4:39
  5. Cagliostro Cagliostro 3:29
  6. Dark rendezvous Cagliostro 3:54
  7. Lost in the tide Cagliostro 4:43
  8. Piccola Fata Cagliostro 3:24

Lyrics

Ballad of a Werewolf

Lost in the moor while the change’s going on,
baying at the moon, I am losing control.
I can’t resist, it brings out the beast,
sooner or later the hunt will begin.
You can Find a way for this madness ends,
I’m a werewolf, a legend, a damned.
You can find the way, raise your silver blades
before the deadly nightshade turns me again.
Lying on a meadow, morning dew on my eyes,
a ray of sunlight strikes my bloody hands.
I know it’s true, no redemption for me,
From this corruption please set me free.
You can Find a way for this madness ends,
I’m a werewolf, a legend, a damned.
You can find the way, raise your silver blades
before the deadly nightshade turns me again.

Neverland

Under the moonlight or in the blue sky,
over a rainbow to the sun I like flying,
if you don’t believe it trust me I can,
I introduce myself : I’m Peter Pan.
I play in the forest with fairies and elves,
would you take my hand and become our friend?
My mind is free and pure as a child
and there are no shadows that darken my life
cause in my world it’s allowed to dream
and many times dreams become true.
Riding the wind in the night hand in hand we will fly,
the second star to the right and straight on till the morning light.
Riding the wind through the clouds singing happy and funny songs,
finally we’ll reach my world: Never Land is my home.
Captain Hook and the crocodile are waiting for you,
don’t waste so much time, all you need is faith
and trust and a little bit of pixie dust.
Don’t worry in my island you’ll never be sad
cause laughter of children will ring in your head
Now close your eyes and take my hand,
if you won’t like it you can always come
back cause in my world it’s allowed to choose
and nobody tells you what you have to do.
Riding the wind in the night hand in hand we will fly,
the second star to the right and straight on till the morning light .
Riding the wind through the clouds singing happy and funny songs,
finally we’ll reach my world: Never Land is my home.

La Strega

C’era una volta una vecchia signora,
si raccontava che fosse una strega,
tra le montagne si nascondeva
una leggenda di questa città.
C’era una volta una vecchia signora,
cullata dal vento di notte danzava
sopra le stelle, vicino alla luna,
con la sua scopa scriveva la strada.
C’era una volta una vecchia signora,
solo a parlarne paura faceva,
dietro il mantello di iuta nera
arcane parole in un rito cantava.
C’era una volta una vecchia signora
che col suo gatto ogni sera parlava
e una pozione gli preparava,
sperando mutasse nel figlio che aveva.

Nozze d'Autunno

Muri dipinti sorridono alle dame giunte per lei,
principessa dei sogni miei tremo e aspetto te.
Mura e torrioni di un tempo che fu,
severe l’osservano da lassù,
il cavaliere che tiene il mio cuor,
l’uomo che ho scelto per me.
Prendo te…prendo te, ora e sempre
Sole d’autunno regalaci
raggi di luce di cui gioir,
foglie nel vento cullateci
finché l’immenso s’impadronirà di noi
Notte d’autunno regalaci
fiori d’arancio dove dormir,
dolce silenzio canta per noi,
un solo corpo, una sola anima.
Fiaccole accese danzan per noi,
ombre scure ci guidano alla gran corte
riunita là dove festa si farà.
Ho scelto te…ho scelto te ora e sempre
Sole d’autunno regalaci
raggi di luce di cui gioir,
foglie nel vento cullateci
finché l’immenso s’impadronirà di noi
Notte d’autunno regalaci
fiori d’arancio dove dormir,
dolce silenzio canta per noi,
un solo corpo, una sola anima.

Cagliostro

Once upon a time there was a notorious man
that became a friend of kings thanks to his great skills.
Making use of alchemy, the master of the unknown
boasted of his elixir of life and the philosopher’s stone.
Necromancer, fortune-hunter, wizard, mason and great healer;
sorcerer, philosopher, traveller, arch mage and forger.
When the night is without moon, Saint Leo is with bathed breath,
‘cause if you look up the bailey his ghost appears with a cap
and you can listen to mysterious sounds coming from his cell,
it’s the Count that is working on a resurrection spell.
Driven away from France, result of the necklace affair,
the Count run away to Rome, just in Inquisition’s arm.
He was condemned for sorcery to die on the stake,
but the Pope was healed by him and changed the penalty.
Necromancer, fortune-hunter, wizard, mason and great healer;
sorcerer, philosopher, traveller, arch mage and forger.
When the night is without moon, Saint Leo is with bathed breath,
‘cause if you look up the bailey his ghost appears with a cap
and you can listen to mysterious sounds coming from his cell,
it’s the Count that is working on a resurrection spell.

Dark Rendezvous

The sun is sitting in the west,
it’s time to pitch the tent and light the fire,
I whet my sword before to rest.
I take care of my white horse
and then eat the ration and drink some water,
I let weariness take its course…good night.
I was dreaming in the night of a pale girl lying under the moonlight,
with some malice in her eyes.
I heard a whisper in my mind carried by the chill breeze of the winter,
it’s a call I can’t deny:
“take the pathway in the moor till the clearing in the wood,
I’m there waiting just for you, only you.”
Oh finally I’ve found my love and no one can save my soul.
Oh just one kiss before I fall, in her sweet embrace I’m lost,
a dark rendezvous.

Lost in the Tide

So loving she’s looking for your eyes
and deeply she read your thoughts,
thus tell her why you’re so afraid,
there’s no reason because she knows.
She’s dying, you’re crying,
she’d never left the sea before she saw you
that day you were lost in the tide.
She’s crying, now you’re smiling,
she’d never left you since but now it’s your turn to save her.
So loving you’re looking for her eyes
and deeply you read her thoughts,
so ask her why she’s afraid ‘cause your love will never die.
She’s dying, you’re crying,
she’d never left the sea before she saw you
that day you were lost in the tide.
She’s crying, now you’re smiling,
she’d never left you since but now it’s your turn to give back her,
back to the sea.

Piccola Fata

In una foresta di abeti e lillà
Una fata dei boschi vide cavalcar
Un uomo dagli occhi blu di rara beltà.
Per scherzo con la magia un bacio gli rubò,
Ma con inattesa sorpresa lei si innamorò.
A lui si concesse nella radura;
Da quell’incontro fugace nacque una fanciulla,
Una bimba dagli occhi blu di rara beltà.
Per amore con la magia la fata in donna mutò
Questa è la fiaba per te piccola fata, bambina mia
Scritta di pugno perché da quel giorno d’estate ogni giorno è magia.
Un bianco unicorno le si presentò
“Seguimi donna da lui ti guiderò”
Un pianto improvviso e accanto a lui si risvegliò
Mano nella mano andarono da lei
Ma con inattesa sorpresa lei sorrise a mamma e papà
Questa è la fiaba per te piccola fata, bambina mia
Scritta di pugno perché da quel giorno d’estate ogni giorno è magia.

CAGLIOSTRO – Legends & Tales

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Titolo : Legends & Tales
Release Date : 1 Settembre 2011
Format : CD