Vaga Luna Che Inargenti
Evandro Oliva
Vague Moon That Silver
Vague moon, that silvers
These shores and these flowers
And inspires, and inspires 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