Vaga Luna, who silver (Vincenzo Bellini)
Vaga moon, who silver
these shores and these flowers
and inhale the elements
language of love;
witness or are you one of my
fervent desire, and her
that I love
count the heartbeats and sighs.
Tell her that distance
my grief can not lenir,
That if I cherish a hope,
It is only for.
Tell her that day and evening
account the hours of sorrow,
a flattering hope that comforts me in love.
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