Vaga Luna Che Inargenti

Vague moon, which silvers
These shores and these flowers
And you breathe in, and you breathe 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 makes me fall in love
Count the heartbeats, the heartbeats and the sighs

And to her who makes me fall in love
Count the heartbeats and sighs
And the sighs, and the sighs

Just tell her how far away it is
My pain cannot be soothed
What if I nourish, if I nourish a hope
She is only yes, she is only in the future

Just tell her that day and night
I count the hours of pain
What a hope, a flattering hope
It comforts me, it comforts me in love

What a flattering hope
It comforts me in love
In love in love