From the minute the curtain is down
To the first sunrise plié,
I’m captivated as you, alone,
Dream with numerous pas de deux.
La Serenissma all’antica,
My unacting protagonist,
Whispering on the stage of linen,
“Si, si, si, si…”.
Aside from you, my infant,
Winning my heart is
The set design made of pillows,
The bed tutus of the sheets,
The fairy sleep, long and happy,
From which you, my love,
When someone will dare to carry
A coffee kiss in your lips.