Italian serenade

Let's go out in a boat on the sea

to spend the night under the stars.

Look, it's blowing just enough breeze

to swell the canvas of the sails.

The old Italian fisherman

and his two sons, who sail us out,

hear but understand nothing

of the words we say to each other.

On the calm dark sea, look!

we can exchange our souls,

and our voices will not be understood

except by the night, the sky and the waves.