La Tarde

The afternoon was dressed in Corinthian velvet,
in Corinthian velvet the afternoon was dressed,
in Corinthian velvet,
and the air was perfumed by lilies and hyacinths.
Between lilies and hyacinths a little blue sky,
and a kiss, there it remained lit.
The nightingale's music, gave a refrain.

Come with me,
because at night in this life,
I'm afraid of the moon,
that scares me with its brightness.

From the sighs of the wind, the afternoon, the afternoon has fallen in love.
The afternoon has fallen in love with the sighs of the wind.
In the weather vane tower, the afternoon has become jealous.
That the afternoon has become jealous,
the wheat fields recited poems to make you fall in love.
Some clumsy glances at the wind have escaped.

Come with me,
because at night in this life,
I'm afraid of the moon,
that scares me with its brightness.

The sun through the olive groves, says goodbye to the afternoon,
says goodbye to the afternoon, the sun through the olive groves.
A bouquet of olive trees wanted to give her.
He wanted to give her, tomorrow I will come back to see you.

And now I would like to go to bed,
But I will have you in my dreams and so I can remember you.

Come with me,
because at night in this life,
I'm afraid of the moon,
that scares me with its brightness.

When the moon appeared, the afternoon was sheltering,
the afternoon was sheltering, when the moon appeared.
Among the green laurels with the stream of water.
With the stream of water, the air impatiently waits for the dawn to pass.
It will have to watch over its dream, until the light of dawn.

Come with me,
because at night in this life,
I'm afraid of the moon,
that scares me with its brightness.