Dalla Sua Pace
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
From His Peace
From his peace
Mine depends
What she likes
Gives me life
What displeases her
Gives me death
Death, death gives me
If she sighs
I sigh too
That anger is mine
That cry is mine
And I have no good
If she doesn't have it
And I have no good
If she doesn't have it
And I have no good
If she doesn't have it
From his peace
Mine depends
What she likes
Gives me life
What displeases her
Gives me death
Death, death gives me
From his peace
Mine depends
What she likes
Gives me life
What displeases her
Gives me death
Death, death gives me
Death gives me
What displeases her
Gives me death
