Flash Mob....Italian style

One of the most wonderful attributes of the internet is the ability to
share the beautiful things people do and have done that can uplift the
human spirit and give us hope. Barbara and I shared a love for music of
almost every genre which we passed onto our children.  Below is one of
our favorites pieces taken from Beethoven's 9th Symphony, "Ode to Joy." 
Enjoy this as you share it with your families and friends. I have translated the lyrics for better understanding.
In His grip,
Papa Tripp
HT Leona

O friends, no more these sounds!Let us sing more cheerful songs,More full of joy!

Joy,
bright spark of divinity,Daughter of Elysium, Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary.Thy magic power re-unites All that custom has divided, All
men become brothers, Under the sway of thy gentle wings.

Whoever
has created An abiding friendship, Or has won A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs, Join our song of praise; But
those who cannot must creep tearfully Away from our circle.

All
creatures drink of joy At natures breast. Just and unjust Alike taste of
her gift; She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine, A tried friend
to the end. Even the worm can feel contentment, And the cherub stands
before God!

Gladly, like the heavenly bodies Which He sent on
their courses Through the splendor of the firmament; Thus, brothers, you
should run your race, like a hero going to victory!

You
millions, I embrace you. This kiss is for all the world! Brothers, above
the starry canopy There must dwell a loving father.

Do you fall in worship, you millions? World, do you know your creator? Seek Him in the heavens; Above the stars must he dwell.