Lauretta Mia

I dreamed of you dressed in silver,
you were an angel descended from heaven
and tomorrow dressed in a veil
your father will take you to marry.

The bells ringing in celebration
for the joy of those who love you,
your father holds in his heart
the most beautiful memories of you.

My Lauretta, beloved child,
the serenade is sung by your father.
The voice trembles with emotion,
I made this song for you.

You were small in the cradle,
I sang you the lullaby
and if you soon become a mother,
you will understand what I feel for you.

And with the white wedding dress
you will be the most beautiful in the world,
and if one day I become a grandfather,
I will sing the lullaby again.

Day of celebration and joy
because this daughter must marry.
You who are sweet, candid, and pure,
deserve a lot of happiness.

The moon shines brightly
and illuminates this old courtyard
where a gentle girl is anxious
to marry tomorrow.

The cicada on the tree is silent,
the whole village has awakened,
everyone hears the serenade
that father is singing for you.

The river water reaches the sea
and my voice reaches you up there.
Tonight, father asks for your forgiveness
if he hasn't given you more.

The night will be long,
as great as your anticipation,
until tomorrow in the church
you say yes to the groom.

While he puts the ring on your finger
you look at him and must be sincere
because true love's language
only lives on sincerity.

Long live the bride, they will cheer for you,
smile at everyone and don't get emotional.
Grow up happy, my child,
this is what your father wants from the heart.

Grow up happy, my child,
this is the wish your father makes.

Grow up happy, my child,
this is the wish your father makes!