Stndchen Leise flehen meine Lieder

Durch die Nacht zu dir;

In den stillen Hain hernieder,

Liebchen, komm zu mir!

Flsternd schlanke Wipfel rauschen

In des Mondes Licht;

Des Verrters feindlich Lauschen Frchte, Holde, nicht.

Hrst die Nachtigallen schlagen? Ach! sie flehen dich,

Mit der Tne sen Klagen Flehen sie fr mich.

Sie verstehn des Busens Sehnen,

Kennen Liebesschmerz,

Rhren mit den Silbertnen Jedes weiche Herz.

La auch dir die Brust bewegen,

Liebchen, hre mich! Bebend harr' ich dir entgegen!

Komm, beglcke mich!

Serenade My songs beckon [implore] softly [quietly]

through the night to you ;

below [down] in the quiet grove [wood],

Come to me, beloved [darling]!

The rustle of slender leaf tips whispers

[The rustling tree top whispers softly]

in the moonlight;

Do not fear the [dont be afraid] evil spying of the betrayer [the hostile betrayer

eavesdropping], my dear.

Do you hear the nightingales call?

Ah, they beckon to [Oh! They implore] you,

With the sweet sound [tones] of their singing

they beckon to you for me.

They understand the heart's longing,

know the pain of love,

They calm each [every] tender heart

with their silver [in the silvery] tones.

Let them also stir within your breast [touch

your heart],

Beloved [darling], hear me!

Trembling I wait for you,

Come, please me [make me happy]!