Com'è Gentil

How kind
The night in mid-April!
And the sky is blue
The moon is without a veil
Everything is languor
Peace, mystery, love!
My dear, why
Don't you come to me yet?
The breezes
Form accents of love!

In the murmur of the river
You hear sighs
Your faithful one
Is consumed with pain
Cruel Nina
Do you want to see me die!
Then when I am dead
You will cry
But you won't be able
To bring me back to life