Silverlight (lascia Che Io Pianga) (Guldbrandsen Christine )

Low light of morning pale in my window falls like silver water on night´s desert land. Where are my fears now? where are the shadows I saw yesterday? Low light of morning pale in my window falls like silver water on night´s desert land. Dreaming or waking there was no place to rest. All night I feared the end of things, that love was frail, that love would fail; then I heard a bird was singing in the breaking of the dawn. Low light of morning pale in my window falls like silver water on night´s desert land. Where are my fears now? where are the shadows I saw yesterday? Low light of morning pale in my window falls like silver water on night´s desert land