Melanconica luna [English translation]

In the warmth of a magical night

You resemble a flower with a white stem.

The Moon whome you have faced with gold

Stays up among the stars in the sky.

You flooded my soul with your glow

The sweetness of dreaming seems like a dream to me

Amidst the smell of blossoming roses

And it enters into my heart like a love potion.

Who could it be?

Who wakes me up

From this dream made of gold

Who could it be?

In the warmth of a magical night

Maybe you, the one who sighs because of me.

You are faced to the moon

And my heart waits for no other but you.

Who could it be?

Who wakes me up

From this dream made of gold

Who could it be?

In the warmth of a magical night

Maybe you, the one who sighs because of me.

You are faced to the moon

And my heart waits for no other but you.