| Song | E Lucevan Le Stelle |
| Artist | José Carreras |
| Album | Absolute Romance |
| Le Vent Du Nord | |
| Dans Les Airs | |
| Le Berger | |
| The beauty is in prison of love | |
| For a month and six weeks | |
| Her father who has looking for her all over | |
| And her lover, is sad | |
| Must go and see the sheperd | |
| If he hasn’t se her, let him inform us | |
| Sheperd, sheperd haven’t you see her | |
| Here passing the beauty | |
| How was-she dressed? | |
| She was with silk and wool | |
| With a white satin underskirt | |
| And in her hands woollen gloves | |
| Oh! yes indeed yes I saw her | |
| Here passing the beauty | |
| In her right hand carrying a bird | |
| To whom the beauty told her sorrows | |
| Bird, bird you who is happy | |
| You who could speak to my Beauty | |
| Me who was her lover | |
| Who could merely speak to her | |
| Must we pass along a brook | |
| Unable to drink one ‘s thirsty | |
| Drink, drink, lovers drink! | |
| Hardly who can speak to her | |
| Must we pass along a rose bush | |
| Without picking the rose | |
| Pick, pick, lover pick | |
| For it is for you that rose open |
| Le Vent Du Nord | |
| Dans Les Airs | |
| Le Berger | |
| The beauty is in prison of love | |
| For a month and six weeks | |
| Her father who has looking for her all over | |
| And her lover, is sad | |
| Must go and see the sheperd | |
| If he hasn t se her, let him inform us | |
| Sheperd, sheperd haven t you see her | |
| Here passing the beauty | |
| How wasshe dressed? | |
| She was with silk and wool | |
| With a white satin underskirt | |
| And in her hands woollen gloves | |
| Oh! yes indeed yes I saw her | |
| Here passing the beauty | |
| In her right hand carrying a bird | |
| To whom the beauty told her sorrows | |
| Bird, bird you who is happy | |
| You who could speak to my Beauty | |
| Me who was her lover | |
| Who could merely speak to her | |
| Must we pass along a brook | |
| Unable to drink one s thirsty | |
| Drink, drink, lovers drink! | |
| Hardly who can speak to her | |
| Must we pass along a rose bush | |
| Without picking the rose | |
| Pick, pick, lover pick | |
| For it is for you that rose open |