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Part 1

It was a partly cloudy night in the Northern Italian province of Biella. Loreena once again found herself wondering the streets in search for food. She dug through trash cans in hope of finding something tangible to eat. She searched many hours through the cold cloudy night. Finally she reached the end of the street and saw a brown cloth bag sitting on the cobble stone street. She walked quickly to it and looked through it. She was astonished to find a half baguette and a half slice of cheese left and with a knife! Looking to her left and right to see if anyone was near by she snatched the bag and ran off.

Loreena was an average framed girl but with having little to eat she was malnourished. She wore a brown scratchy blanket over her dirty torn white flowered dress. Her leather boots are worn and had holes above the toes. Her long wavy copper hair was matted and clung to her face. Her hazel eyes were bright and wide with a hint of fear. She sprinted down the street she came and found a hiding spot for the night. Taking the baguette and cheese out she cut her self slices and savored the moment. Fresh bread and cheese was almost impossible to find, especially in that condition, Loreena thought to herself. I wonder if someone left this for me?

After a full stomach for the first time since her family got separated Loreena fell asleep.

“Hey you!” said a voice, startling Loreena.

“Who me?” Loreena said groggily.
“Yes you, you stole my bag last night I saw you.”

Loreena jolted up right and looked up at where the voice came from. She was astonished to find a boy about her age standing in front of her. His clothes were no better than hers except he was wearing a beret.

“Monsieur, I.. I’m so very sorry. You see-”
“Unbelievable! A street rat was brave enough to steal my food!”
“Don’t turn me in please!” Squealed Loreena. “I’ll do anything you wish! Just don’t throw me in Jail!”
“Anything?” the boy taunted.
“Anything!”

The boy stood there staring at her thinking.

“What’s your story?” the boy asked.
“My story?” Loreena asked stupidly.
“Your story! Why are you on the street? It might help me decide whether or not to make you my servant.”
“Oh! My family got separated after the Thirty Year’s War and when the French took the Italian throne. I’m desperate to find them because its the only way my family can reclaim its rightful place.”
“Ahh I see…” the boy said. “A difficult decision: a pure blood italian desperate to overthrow the French-Italian Monarchy.. what should I do?”
“QUINTUS!”
“Coming, ma!”
“You got lucky, you can have the bread,” scoffed the boy.
“QUINTUS!! Where have you gone, you taunting to street rats again?” screamed a woman that appeared to be the boy’s mother.
“Yes, ma, as always. This, ‘ere, girl is quite fascinating though, ma.”
“Oh?” perked up his mother.
“Ya, she tryin’ to over throw the French-Italian Monarchy, she thinks she’s royalty or something.”

The boy’s mother burst out laughing and the boy joined in. As they walked away their laughter stabbed Loreena’s heart. I will find my family! and I WILL be back in that palace! Loreena promised herself. Loreena got to her feet and picked up the cloth bag. She suddenly noticed a piece of paper inside. She opened it and the scratchy handwriting read:

Meet me at the Magnano Clock Tower at 8 pm tonight. If I’m not there stay there.

Loreena quickly put the note back in the bag and wondered who her mysterious messenger is. She walked down the street and eagerly awaited 8 pm.

She spent her day lounging around the streets of Magnano and when 8 pm came, she found herself by the Magnano Clock Tower. She seated herself by a tree and waited, curious to see what will come her way. Suddenly she heard voices and horses hooves on the cobble stones. She braced herself as she saw two town sherifs on horses that pulled a carriage, the carriage was barricaded with iron bars. Inside she could barely see someone sitting. As the carriage pulled up the street she saw that it stopped by the clock tower. The two sherifs dismounted from the horses and took the body out of the carriage. Loreena sees now that the body is a young male and she instantly notices that his hair is copper like hers! A bit of hope pinged her heart.

She slowly began to crawl closer to the scene to get a better view. The sherifs force the copper haired male onto his feet and forced him to walk up the steep slope to the tower. After what seemed like hours of anxiously waiting, the sound of a musket stabbed the quiet, still atmosphere of Magnano. Loreena glanced quickly up at the top of the tower and sees a body falling. Loreena ran to the tower and positioned herself to catch the body. The body fell into her arms and she staggered and fell. She noticed that the copper haired male was shot in the chest, however he was barely alive.

“Loreena” he spoke softly.
“How do you know my name?” she said, tears streaming down her face.
“You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?” the male said.
“I…I..”
“it’s okay, I almost did until I saw you last night. You remember me don’t you?” the male whispered as he saw the realization struck across Loreena’s face.
“Guido! Oh Guido!” Loreena screamed and buried her head.
“Sshh, they’ll hear you. I got in trouble for stealing my work from the Royal Library.”
“Oh Guido!”
“Loreena, listen here! That knowledge is important, my work that I had done. It can help fix everything.”
“How? You’re the last heir!” hollered Loreena.
“Yes. Listen and promise to me Loreena. They’ve got my knowledge again, you MUST steal it and find an Apothecarist. He should be able to build…”
“Build what?” Loreena asked.
Guido’s eyes began to close.
“Guido! build what?”
“It.” was all Guido could muster. Loreena felt him become limp. She fell to her knees and mourned for him. Wailing and crying in hysterics. It wasn’t long before Loreena could hear the sherifs coming.
She didn’t care. She wanted jail now, there’s no hope left for her and her family. They killed the last heir, and it doesn’t matter if she’s a female. By law the heir must be male to return the power to the throne.

The sherifs were suddenly surrounding Loreena. The stout italian man forced Loreena to her feet and the tall french man handcuffed her and threw her into the iron bar carriage and blacked out.

Loreena:

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Ritornare

Brinda, brinda, brinda alla vita
Alla tua vita che valore ha
Brinda, brinda, brinda alla vita
Alla tua vita che valore ha
Vivi, vivi, vivi la vita
Questa mia vita che se ne va

Il vivere è un lungo ritornare
Brinda alla vita, brinda alla vita
Il vivere è un lungo ritornare
Brinda, brinda alla vita

Brinda alla vita, vivi, vivi, vivi la vita

Brindo alla vita
È un lungo ritornare
Brindo alla vita
È un lungo ritornare

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Toast, toast, toast to life
To your life that has value
Toast, toast, toast to life
To your life that has value
Live, live, live the life
My life goes

The living is a long back
Toast to life, toast to life
The living is a long back
Toast, toast to life

Toast to life, live, live, live the life

Toast to life
It’s a long back
Toast to life
It’s a long back

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Nos Dejo

ya se fue, nos dejó
chi non c’è, più non c’è
e se c’è già non c’è amor
ya durmió, nos dejó
chi non c’è, più non c’è
e se c’è già non c’è amor

muerte es una cita que se puede atrasar
si te quedas nunca más te volveré a engañar
pero por primero, mi amor

más antes de partir
no te vayas a olvidar
un beso, un abrazo, un tierno y dulce chao
más antes de partir
no te vayas a olvidar
un beso, un abrazo, hasta el carnaval

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is gone, let
those who are not there, there’s more
And there’s already no love
and sleep, let
those who are not there, there’s more
And there’s already no love

Death is an appointment that may delay
if you stay you’ll never fool
but first, my love

more before departure
do not go to forget
a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet bye
more before departure
do not go to forget
a kiss, a hug, until Carnival

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Klezmer Movement

si ça te fais du bien
si ça te fais du bien
de te sentir un peu plus mal

sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux

Sans te sentir mal
Te fait du bien sens-toi
bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux

si ça te fais du bien
si ça te fais du bien
de te sentir un peu plus mal

sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux
sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux

si ça te fais du bien
si ça te fais du bien
de te sentir un peu plus mal
sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal
pour te sentir un peu mieux
sens-toi bien mal
sens-toi bien mal

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if it’ll do good
if it’ll do good
of you feel a little worse

Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better

Without feeling bad
Makes you feel good yourself
badly
to make you feel a little better

if it’ll do good
if it’ll do good
of you feel a little worse

Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better
Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better

if it’ll do good
if it’ll do good
of you feel a little worse
Feel very bad
Feel very bad
to make you feel a little better
Feel very bad
Feel very bad

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Prendersi per Mano

bambina, mi prendevi per mano
giardino, era un mondo selvaggio
cercavi i modi per restar sempre nascosta
forme per creder che il mondo avremmo potuto fermar
che bello il tempo libero

parole disegnate nell’aria
parole inventate per non scappar
vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

parole disegnate nell’aria
parole inventate per non scappar

vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

parole disegnate nell’aria
parole inventate per non scappar
vivrai, vivrò
tutto resterà così

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Join hands

girl, took my hand
garden was a wild world
Always looking for ways to remain hidden
forms to believe that the world would have stopped
I just got free time

words drawn in the air
invented words not to run away
live, I live
All will be well

live, I live
All will be well

words drawn in the air
invented words not to run away

live, I live
All will be well

words drawn in the air
invented words not to run away
live, I live
All will be well

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El Cielo Sabrá

porque, solo el cielo sabrá
porque, el no regresa siempre al mar
porque, como un niño preguntare
con mi voz, con mis palabras
te miro y te quiero, tu sonrisa sin mi cielos

busco después me pierdo
pregunto y ya me duermo
busco después me quedo
pregunto y ya despierto
sabrás, tu lo sabrás porque porque porque el porque porque porque

porque, solo el viento sabrá
porque, las nubes no se pueden parar
porque, como un niño preguntare
con mi voz, con mis palabras
te miro y te quiero, tu sueñas sin dormir la noche

busco después me pierdo
pregunto y ya despierto
sabrás, tu lo sabrás porque porque porque
solo libertad

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because, heaven only knows
because the returns are not always the sea
because as a child shall ask
with my voice, my words
I look and I love you, your smile without my heaven

I miss looking after
I fall asleep and you wonder
I’m looking after
already awake and wonder
you know, you will know because because because because because because

because only the wind knows
because the clouds can not be stopped
because as a child shall ask
with my voice, my words
I look and I love you, your sleepless night dream

I miss looking after
already awake and wonder
you know, you will know because because because
just freedom

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Vovo Volando

forse allora mi ricorderai
un sorriso sulla faccia mia
ubriaco di nostalgia
s’alzerà nel vento polvere
poi sarò vicino a te
poi sarò un ricordo per te

hanno detto che ricorderai
ogni gesto la bella follia
impazzito di nostalgia
saprò come farti ridere
poi sarò un ricordo per te

dimmi allora ti ricorderai
quella gioia e quella pazzia
canteremo con nostalgia
tutto il nostro resistere
poi sarò un ricordo per te

forse allora ti ricorderai
ogni bacio le calze mie
scoprirai la nostalgia
poi sarò un ricordo per te

volo, volo, volando, volo e volerò
volo, volo, volando, volo e volerò

volo, volo, volando, volo e volerò

ogni sera ci ricorderai
quella pace, quell’allegria
amerai la nostalgia
poi sarò un ricordo per te

forse allora mi ricorderai
un sorriso sulla faccia mia
ubriaco di nostalgia
s’alzerà nel vento polvere
poi sarò un ricordo per te

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Flying Vovo

maybe then I remember
a smile on my face
drunk with nostalgia
s’alzerà dust in the wind
I’ll be near you
I’ll be a memory for you

said they will remember
every gesture the beautiful madness
mad with longing
I know how to make you laugh
I’ll be a memory for you

Then tell me you’ll remember
that joy and madness
sing with nostalgia
all of our resist
I’ll be a memory for you

maybe then you’ll remember
every kiss my socks
find out the nostalgia
I’ll be a memory for you

flight, flight, flying, fly and fly
flight, flight, flying, fly and fly

flight, flight, flying, fly and fly

every night we will remember
that peace, gaiety
love the nostalgia
I’ll be a memory for you

maybe then I remember
a smile on my face
drunk with nostalgia
s’alzerà dust in the wind
I’ll be a memory for you

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Garda Lassu
un día muy triste volveré
ese día no te pude detener
el vino de las copas se acabó
pero antes de partir
no te vayas a olvidar
un beso, un abrazo, un tierno y dulce chao
un beso, un abrazo, hasta sólo un chao

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Garda Lassu
again a very sad day
that day I will not stop
wine cups are finished
but before leaving
do not go to forget
a kiss, a hug, a tender and sweet bye
a kiss, a hug, until only one bye