Fly, oh serenade:
My beloved is alone,
and, with her beautiful head abandoned,
she rests between the sheets:
Oh serenade, fly.
Oh serenade, fly.
The moon shines pure,
silence spreads its wings,
and behind the windows of the dark
alcove the lamp lights.
The moon shines pure.
The moon shines pure.
Fly, oh serenade,
Fly, oh serenade, fly.
Ah! there. Ah! there.
