Franz Schubert / Serenade

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Song of my flies with supplication Silence in the hour of the night. In a faint wood stops You come, my friend. When the moon dull roar Leaves at a late hour, And no, the friend of my dear, Do not hear us. Listen, in the grove resounded
Song of the nightingale? The sounds they are full of sorrow, Pray for me! They understand all the languor, All the longing of love, And induce emotion Per capita they are. Give access to their vocation You're in my soul, And in a secret tryst You come quickly, You have come sooner. Come quick!