Letras
The little lanes and squares
The pleasure that is theirs
Like a land of dreams, it seems
Veils of morning, where we sing
Revolve around its streams
Never has it been more beautifully steep
When the air is thick with mournful sounds
Where the beacon fire spread its light around
I see many things with you
Which is the bliss of solitude
Considering well of what they say
Put beneath my special care