In moonlight she flows, pure romance,
And appears as though lost in trance;
But heart beating wildly with rapture,
On a night of beauty none can capture!
Katarina, Katarina, have you seen her?
With eyes of blackness and all astir?
Night blooms, and she comes alive;
When bees are sleeping in little hives.
......
In moonlight she flows, pure romance,
And appears as though lost in trance;
But heart beating wildly with rapture,
On a night of beauty none can capture!
Katarina, Katarina, have you seen her?
With eyes of blackness and all astir?
Night blooms, and she comes alive;
When bees are sleeping in little hives.
......