Over the river fog...
And the water flows with a soft splash.
In the sky starlight poured,
Only the Moon, alone, waits.
The wind along the coast gently blows,
And the trees make a noise with their branches.
It will warm you with a beautiful dream,
The sounds of the night speak of her.
I will sit until dawn, enjoying
The ear caresses the harmony of the waltz.
The Golden disk of the Sun rising,
The horizon will open & nbsp; to me the distance.
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