to devise Silvia, I was blind but saw the way clear Silvia, with your help our whole world is here Silvia, Silvia, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Silvia, Silvia
Translation: Schubert, Franz. An Silvia (Who Is Silvia).
Silvia Who is she, what is she? We wonder Flames with praise acclaim her Of wisdom and beauty And grace has lent her That she might admired be Silvia
Who is at my window weeping, Weeping there so bitterly? It's I, it's I, your own true lover Arise, arise and pity me. Darling, go and ask your mother
the naked light of day And Silver took her hand again a wiser man but sadder Ready for the stranger who would steal her love away Because Hunger is
Credi che cosi vincero l'America,i miei giorni non bastano mai,gia questo sembra l'ultimo,accordo il sole mi,ma la luna cambia tonalita,parlo di magia