「歌曲」Jascha Heifetz - Chopin Nocturne - Hiefetz

The moon is high, the night is still,
A silver thread on vale and hill.
The stars are watching from above,
A scene of peace, a dream of love.

A gentle breeze is whispering low,
As if it knew some secret woe.
It stirs the leaves on yonder tree,
And brings a sigh to you and me.

The nightingale in shadows deep,
Is singing now while others sleep.
Its plaintive song fills all the air,
With tender grief and sweet despair.

Oh, let us linger here awhile,
Beneath the night's mysterious smile.
And listen to the dreamy strain,
That tells of joy and tells of pain.

For in this calm and holy hour,
When earth is ruled by magic power,
Our hearts may hear, if we but list,
The voices that in day are missed.