Vaga Luna, Che Inargenti

Vague moon, that silver
These shores and these flowers
And inspire, and inspire in the elements
The language, the language of love

Now you are the only witness
Of my fervent desire
And to her, and to her who enchants me
Count the heartbeats, the heartbeats and the sighs

And to her who enchants me
Count the heartbeats and the sighs
And the sighs, and the sighs

Tell her that distance
Cannot soothe my pain
That if I nurture, if I nurture a hope
She alone is, she alone in the future

Tell her that day and night
I count the hours of sorrow
That a hopeful, a flattering hope
Comforts me, comforts me in love

That a flattering hope
Comforts me in love
In love, in love