Serenade almost at midnight
Guards and thieves fighting each other
And the boys alone are still romantic

Serenade for the separated
And the lonely and a bit lost children
Who fall asleep late with mom TV

Serenade for the rulers
If they sang we would go further
For the retired an extra year and a penny more

Serenade for the black cats
For the old artists and the waiters
For those who sell love along the way

Show yourself at the window my beauty
I'll invent a song and a poem for you
And put on your most beautiful dress and let's go
A cat, a heart and you, what a company

Serenade maybe a bit sycophantic
But it tastes like warm bread and it's country
Like a Sunday when it was Sunday

Serenade for the journalists
With the ink still on their hands
Who have written in the night and already know tomorrow

Show yourself at the window my beauty
I'll invent a song and a poem for you
And put on your most beautiful dress and let's go
A cat, a heart and you, what a company

Show yourself at the window my beauty
In the air there is a desire for joy
Serenade not of the Moon
If you sing it, it will bring luck
Serenade, serenade

Show yourself at the window my beauty
In the air there is a desire for joy
Serenade not of the Moon
If you sing it, it will bring luck
Serenade, serenade

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