Lời bản "Serenade":



My songs quietly implore you through the night;
down to the silent wood my love, come to me!

The tree tops whisper in the light of the moon;
Don't be afraid, my love, no-one will observe us.

Can you hear the nightingales?
Oh! They implore you,
their sweet lament
pleads with you on my behalf.

They understand the yearning I feel,
they know love's tor ture,
with their silvery notes
they touch every soft heart.

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