Текст песни The Student Prince: Serenade - Mario Lanza , Sigmund Romberg

Overhead the moon is beaming,
White as blossoms on the bough,
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird,
Filling all the air with dreaming.
Oh my heart will still its beating,
Only you can tell it how, beloved,
From your window give me greeting,
Hear my eternal vow.
Soft in the trees sighs the
Echo of my longing,
While all around you my dreams of rapture throng.
My soul, my joy, my hope, my fear,
Your heart must tell you that I am near.
Ring from above while I pour out my love,
For you know all my life you are love,
Ah, hear my longing cry,
You love me or I die,
Overhead the moon is beaming,
White as blossoms on the bough,
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird,
Filling all the air with dreaming.
Could my heart but still its beating,
Only you can tell it how, beloved,
From your window give me greeting,
Hear my eternal vow.