Every generation blames the one before. And all of their frustrations come beating on your door. I know that I'm a prisoner to all my father held so dear. I know that I'm a hostage to all his hopes
Sul mare luccica l'astro d'argento. Placida e l'onda, prospero il vento. Venite all'agile barchetta mia!. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! O dolce Napoli, o suol beato,. ove sorridere volle il creato!.