Timide sérénade. [English translation]

Timid is my serenade.

Timid is this great love

that stolls in my heart,

but I dare not, I dare not, I dare not.

I dare not speak to him

about the love he makes me feel.

I would like to smile at him

but I dare not, I dare not, I dare not.

You, madam, the moon, who are my friend,

send out a plea about my misfortune

and tell him and tell him for me

that I love him, that I love him, that I love him.

But that I no longer have the courage

when I see him in front of me.

I know that is just too bad

but I dare not, I dare not, I dare not.

You who watch like a sweet street light

over the loves and the joys on earth,

ensure for me that he will listen to my voice

that without you, without you, he will never hear.

Timid is my serenade.

Timid is this great love

that stolls in my heart,

but I dare not, I dare not, I dare not.

I never dare speak to him

about the love he makes me feel.

I would like to smile at him

but I dare not, I dare not, I dare not.

You, madam, the moon, who are my friend,

send out a plea about my misfortune

and tell him and tell him for me

that I love him, that I love him, that I love him.

But that I no longer have the courage

when I see him in front of me.

I know that is just too bad

but I dare not, I dare not, I dare not.

Tell him, tell him

about the love he makes me feel.