I was brought up on Victoria de los Angeles. Since being a young teenager her voice and this song in particular has made me cry. We were listening to her this evening, then I saw the dverse prompt and thought that I knew the answer.
There’s a bit of Madama Butterfly at the end, because opera and operatic singing is Puccini.
There is a place,
there must be,
where people listen to this song,
or one not too dissimilar,
and they weep.
That is the place
where I would live,
where the beauty of the deer
is in its graceful leap,
the bird glory in the trees, the air,
the smile of an old lady
with no money in the bank.
Tell that to those who seek paradise,