Sat here on a Sunday afternoon watching the Il Divo Live in London DVD for God knows how many times now, I marvelled at how this song is always able to lift my mood. It is a song from Il Divo’s self-titled debut album which was released in Nov 2004 and I have lost count of how many times I’ve listened to it at home and on my way to and from work. Incidentally, it’s also a song that the guys have performed in all of their world tours, including the current one, Il Divo and Orchestra in Concert 2012.
I don’t understand the Italian lyrics at all but the way it is sung and the melody of the song always manage to evoke a feeling of happiness in me. I found a translation of the songs on the internet (source: http://www.lyricsmania.com) and I hope you enjoy it and the video as well (video by FootlooseDiva):
Passer: Il Divo translation
Artist: Il Divo
Album: Il Divo
| Title: Passerà
Le canzoni non si scrivonoma nascono da séson le cose che succedonoogni giorno intorno a noi le canzoni basta coglierle ce n’e’ una anche per te che fai più fatica a vivere e non sorridi mai. le canzoni sono zingare e rubano poesie sono inganni come pillole della felicità le canzoni non guariscono amori e malattie ma quel piccolo dolore che l’esistere ci da’ passerà, passerà se un ragazzo e una chitarra sono li come te, in città a guardare questa vita che non va che ci ammazza d’illusioni e con l’età delle canzoni passerà su di noi finiremo tutti in banca prima o poi coi perché, i chissà e le angosce di una ricca povertà a parlare degli amori che non hai a cantare una canzone che non sai come fa perché l’hai perduta dentro e ti ricordi solamente passerà …. in un mondo di automobili e di gran velocità per chi arriva sempre ultimo per chi si dice addio per chi sbatte negli ostacoli della diversità le canzoni sono lucciole che cantano nel buio passerà prima o poi questo piccolo dolore che c’e’ in te che c’e’ in me, che c’e’ in noi e ci fa sentire come marinai in balia del vento e della nostalgia a cantare una canzone che non sai come fa ma quel piccolo dolore che sia odio, o che sia amore passerà passerà, passerà anche se farai soltanto la la la passerà, passerà e a qualcosa una canzone servirà se il tuo piccolo dolore che sia odio o che sia amore passerà. |
Translated Title: It Will Pass
Songs are not writtenbut they are born by themselvesthey represent the things that happeneveryday around us songs, it’s enough to catch them there is one also for you that have also difficulty in living and you never smile. songs are gipsy and steal poetry they are deceptions like the so called “happiness pills” songs never cure love or illness but that little pain that give us the certainty we exist it will pass, it will pass if a boy and a guitar are there like you, in the city looking at this life which does not work that kills us with illusions and with the age of songs it will pass over us we’ll go to the bank sooner or later with our “why” and “who knows” and the anxiety of an extreme poverty talking about the lovers you don’t have singing a song that you don’t know because you lost it inside and you remember only it will pass… in a world of cars and high speed for the ones who arrive always last for the ones who say good bye for the ones who bump against the obstacles of diversity songs are fireflies that sing in the dark it will pass sooner or later this little pain inside of you inside of me, inside of us that make us feel like sailors at the mercy of wind and nostalgia singing a song that you don’t know but that little pain be it hate or be it love it will pass, pass, pass even if you’ll sing just “la la la” it will pass, it will pass and a song will be useful for something if your little pain be it hate or be it love …will pass
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Just Rambling 
Ahhhhh, Judy. As you know, Passera is my favourite Il Divo song. It always has been and it always will be. Why? Because it testifies to the power of music. For all the songs in all the world – the songs that make us feel just about anything – they would be nothing without first the power of the song. We feel happy or sad or angry. We grieve. We have our spirits lifted. All because of a few notes strung together that touch our heart. Songs make us feel better; they say things we could never find the right words to say and somehow manage help us through our pain. As the song says…..your little pain, be it love or be it hate….will pass because of song.
It is a classic. And beautiful. And I love it.
I also love, how it starts so quietly, and you’re not exactly sure where it’s going because it sort of rambles……and it builds and builds and builds……to this great circus with overlapping voices and lines and notes. Its powerful and beautiful and a work of art. It’s amazing.
Plus, it doesn’t hurt that one of the greatest baritone’s of all time, the magnificant Carlos Marin, sings THE NOTE to perfection. That, and he’s handsome! heheheh
Passera! Amazing! Love, love, love it!
Thanks for dropping by, T.
The power of music? You’re so right, T! And THE NOTE is always perfect cos it’s sung by none other than Carlos Marin 😉 It always gives me goosebumps.
I think Il Divo does the overlapping of voices very well despite the fact that the four vocals are very different from each other. And they always blend in so well when they come together to create the great big choruses. Perfect!