You are sleeping
Stefano Donaudy
You are sleeping with your arms bent,
Like a rose in desire to bloom;
And you do not hear the merry companies
Who go singing their May songs.
Doesn't this breath from my violet (sigh from my viola)
Say any word to you?
The time has come to enjoy May!
This is the message of every lute...
Ah! Do you hear my song?
What are you doing there then, still hidden?
Fresh and fragrant, love is waiting for you!
If you come with me through this countryside,
They will say that next to me is a blooming flower
And that I am leading it thus along the way
To drink a drop of fresh dew,
While the lads follow us
Sighing their songs.
The time has come to enjoy May!
This is the message of every lute...
Ah! Do you hear my song?
What are you doing there then, still hidden?
Fresh and fragrant, love is waiting for you!