Fly, oh serenade: My beloved is alone, and, with her beautiful head abandoned, she rests between the sheets: Oh serenade, fly. Oh serenade, fly.
The moon shines pure, silence spreads its wings, and behind the windows of the dark alcove the lamp lights. The moon shines pure. The moon shines pure.
最近很少唱新歌，可19周年坛庆总应该唱一首的，再说也是与新老朋友网上见面的好机会。哈哈。。。
来一首意大利小夜曲，过过瘾。。。希望大家坛庆之日，有个浪漫的盛夏夜晚。。。
谢谢组织者们的辛苦，19周年坛庆快乐！
Vola, o serenata:
La mia diletta è sola,
e, con la bella testa abbandonata,
posa tra le lenzuola:
O serenata, vola.
O serenata, vola.
Splende Pura la luna,
l'ale il silenzio stende,
e dietro i veni dell'alcova
bruna la lampada s'accende.
Pure la luna splende.
Pure la luna splende.
Vola, o serenata,
Vola, o serenata, vola.
Ah! là. Ah! là.
Fly, oh serenade:
My beloved is alone,
and, with her beautiful head abandoned,
she rests between the sheets:
Oh serenade, fly.
Oh serenade, fly.
The moon shines pure,
silence spreads its wings,
and behind the windows of the dark
alcove the lamp lights.
The moon shines pure.
The moon shines pure.
Fly, oh serenade,
Fly, oh serenade, fly.
Ah! there. Ah! there.