Celebrating "TWILIGHT" Schubert's Serenade Photos of Beautiful People Translation by My Darling Friend Lucifive .....Thank you Michael My song quietly calls you through the night; down to the silent wood my love, come to me!
The tree tops whisper in the light of the moon; Don't be afraid, my love, no one will observe us.
Can you hear the nightingales? Oh! They call you, their sweet lament pleads with you on my behalf.
They understand the yearning I feel, they know love's torture, with their silvery notes they touch every soft heart
Let them touch yours, too, sweet love: hear my plea! Trembling I await you, come, bring me bliss!