Giraluna

Some dream of rivers
That lead to El Dorado
Some dream of the fountains
Of eternal youth
Some dream of the gold
Of the idolized calf
And some dream of the alchemy
That turns vice into virtue

But I, who do not seek
Fortresses or fortune
Would only dream
Among a sea of sunflowers
I would seek a moonflower
To watch over and unveil
Every night the other side
Of the Moon
Spin, spin moonflower
Spin, spin, spin, Moon
Spin, spin and look at me

Some dream of the thunder
From Pandora's box
Some dream of the lightning
Redeemer of the Holy Grail
Some dream of Olympuses
Where the dawn's evil doesn't enter
And some dream of androids
Beyond good and evil

Some dream of the touch
Of King Midas' hand
Some dream of the stone
Of the Philosopher's Stone
Some dream of crusades
Against infidels in dens
And some dream of sands
In the celestial Mecca

Make me see the beam of light
Spin, spin moonflower
Spin, spin, spin, Moon
From the face of your cross