Firenze sogna

Florence tonight you are beautiful
in a cloak of stars
that shine in the sky
trembling like little flames.

In the shadows you hide the lovers,
the trembling mouths speak of love.
Around there is so much poetry
for you, my life, my heart sighs.

On the silver Arno
the sky is reflected
while a sigh and a song
get lost far away.

Florence sleeps
under the moonlight,
but behind a balcony
a dark-haired lady watches over.

Above the Lungarni
you feel a harmony of love,
lovers sigh
held tightly heart to heart.