Tosti: La serenata

La Serenata

Vola,

O serenata:

La mia diletta è sola,

E, con la bella testa abbandonata,

Posa tra le lenzuola:

O serenata,

Vola.

Splende

Pura la luna;

L’ale silenzio stende,

E dietro i veli dell’alcova bruna

La lampada s’accende:

Pura la luna

Splende.

Vola,

O serenata:

La mia diletta è sola;

Ma, sorridendo ancor mezzo assonnata,

Torna fra le lenzuola:

O serenata,

Vola.

L’onda

Sogna su 'l lido,

E’l vento su la fronda;

E a’baci miei ricusa ancora un nido

La mia signora bionda!

Sogna su 'l lido

L’onda.

--Italian lyrics:

Giovanni Alfredo Cesareo, 1860-1937

Serenade

Fly now,

O thou serenade:

My belovéd is all alone,

And, with her lovely head thrown back and disarrayed,

Midst silken sheets she doth repose:

O thou serenade,

Fly now.

Shining

Brightly comes the moon;

Soft silence spreads its wing,

And through a darkening veil from the alcove's gloom

The lamplight yet is glowing:

Brightly comes the moon,

Shining.

Take flight,

O my serenade:

My belovéd is yet alone;

She's but half asleep while, by her sly smile betrayed,

She snuggles into the bedclothes:

O my serenade,

Take flight.

Dreaming

Waves kiss the hushed sands,

As branches dance in balmy air;

But into their nest find my kisses no entrance,

Thus refused by my damsel fair!

Waves kiss the hushed sands

And dream.

--English versions ©2012 by Edward Lein; all rights reserved

Alternate version:

Fly now,

O thou song of night:

My belovéd is all alone,

And, with her lovely head laid back so carelessly,

Midst silken sheets she doth repose:

O thou song of night,

Fly now.

Shining

Brightly comes the moon;

Soft silence spreads its wing,

And through a darkening veil from the alcove's gloom

The lamplight yet is glowing:

Brightly comes the moon,

Shining.

Fly now,

O thou song of night:

My belovéd is all alone;

Yet, half succumbing to sleep and with a sly smile,

She snuggles into the bedclothes:

O thou song of night,

Fly now.

Dreaming,

The waves kiss the shore,

And branches dance in balmy air;

But into their nest find my kisses no entrance,

Thus refused by my damsel fair!

The waves kiss the shore,

And dream.