Mi Luna [English translation]

My moon

Has seen so much

And when I sing for her, her silver rocks me

Like she does with saints

And prisoners, lovers

Crazy wanderers and tramps

That breastfeeds your light

When there are no friends, bread or money

Only poetry floats on a sincere air

And over the lonely benches

Of parks

And dies because of cold

Waiting for some morning love

Ay, my full moon, listen to this grief

A man sings

To the love he is waiting for

Ay, my full moon, listen to this grief

A man sings

To the love he wants

Ay, my full moon, listen to this grief

A man sings

To the love that is dying

Ay, my full moon.

• Artist:Dúo Guardabarranco