All these nights,
All these sleepless nights
The reckless moment of having you near me makes me sigh.
Frightened o' dear love,
Why does the moon have to hide his love?
To that usual star you see every night.
What are your eyes made for?
When what you see is the darkness of a hopeless tour
Written on the land of the shore.
Therefore thee the moon was in love with her,
When no one had their eyes for her.