Los Duenios de La Luna

I left with the full Moon
Down the path towards the tide
Letting myself be carried by that
Breeze coming from the palm trees

The music of a guitar
With its lament ran through my veins
And with my heart bleeding
I wrote her name in the sand

And I danced, I imagined myself with you
Touching your nakedness
Discovering the highest point
Listening to your cry
And I cried, how much I cried
If only I stayed
Dancing in the sand

What bad luck
If I know that in my life
There is no woman like you
What bad luck
If until yesterday we were with our love
The owners of the Moon

Oh the owners of the Moon

I woke up in the morning
Disoriented and unwilling

The music of that guitar
With its lament greeted me