La Serenata
Andrea Bocelli
The Serenade
Fly, oh serenade: my beloved is alone,
And, with her beautiful head abandoned,
Rests between the sheets:
Oh serenade, fly, oh serenade, fly.
The moon shines pure,
The wings of silence spread,
And behind the curtains of the alcove
The lamp lights up.
The moon shines pure.
The moon shines pure.
Fly, oh serenade,
Fly, oh serenade, fly.
Ah! there, ah! there.
Fly, oh serenade: my beloved is alone,
But still smiling half asleep,
Returns to the sheets:
Oh serenade, fly, oh serenade, fly.
The wave dreams on the shore,
And the wind on the branches;
And to my kisses my blonde lady still refuses
A nest.
The wave dreams on the shore.
The wave dreams on the shore.
Fly, oh serenade,
Fly, oh serenade, fly.
Ah! there, ah! there.
