Spente Le Stelle

[chieutim]

Emma Shapplin
composer: Jean-Patrick Capdevielle
lyricists: Marie-Ange Chapelain and Gastone di Murta

You that heart lost
For a mirage
You that heart deceived
To hate more, it cannot!
My voice, do you feel
Its pain… or not?
Yours disappeared
And I, mad, wait for you!
To forget…
Or not to live anymore
Yet, safe…
Night… night… night…
Ah!…

Dull are the stars
With the pale moonbeam
Cries the love
That shoots itself like a wave then it goes away
Empty, the night
And its brief hope
Now springs the bitter regret
A wounded, hopeless heart passes here
So you escaped
The empty dreams
So you lost
The brief whirls
To forget…
Or not to live anymore
Yet, safe…
Night… night… night…
Ah!…

Dull are the stars
With the pale moonbeam
Cries the love
That shoots itself like a wave then it goes away
Empty, the night
And its brief hope
Now springs the bitter regret
A wounded, hopeless heart passes here.
(Dull are the stars)