Schubert An die Laute

Schubert An die Laute (English Translation) More softly, more softly, little lute, whisper what I have confided to that window there! Like a gentle billow of air, like moonlight, or the scent of flowers, send it to my mistress! The sons of the neighbours are jealous and in the window of my fair one a solitary light still gleams. So play still softer, little lute, so that my beloved may hear you but the neighbours - not the neighbours! www.internet-artworks.com