Tracks
- Claire de Lune (4:14)
Author: Claude Debussy
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - The River (2:05)
Author: Sergej Rachmaninov
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - Vocalise (3:12)
Author: Sergej Rachmaninov
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - Smoke gets in your eyes (1:58)
Author: Jerome Kern
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - The Nightingale (2:52)
Author: Alexander Alabiev
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - Air on a G String (3:05)
Author: Johann Sebastian Bach
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Columbus Orchestra - Humoresque (2:47)
Author: Antonin Dvorâk
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Columbus Orchestra - Summertime (2:49)
Author: George Gershwin
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Columbus Orchestra - Palestinian Song (2:25)
Author: Charles Paul
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - Hora (2:39)
Author: Charles Paul
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Mauro Cavalieri D'Oro - The Mirror (3:59)
Author: Lydia Kavina
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Columbus Orchestra - Transformations (3:47)
Author: Lydia Kavina
Performed by: Lydia Kavina, Columbus Orchestra - Swampmusic (5:14)
Author: Lydia Kavina
Performed by: Lydia Kavina
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