Agua de Luna

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river

Of so many things I've thought and I've come to the conclusion
That if I feel like the moon, could it be that you are my sun,
We are the night and the day and the mystery of love,
And love, what I feel is love, because I live in a dream
Where there is no goodbye, and love, what I feel is love,
Because I live in a dream where there is no goodbye

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river

I feel it calling me, but I don't want to go with it,
But in my soul, I feel the weight of sometimes doubting, I don't know what to do

Let the moon come out to see me, I'm going to go crazy, let it come out
And the sun at night, is not the reproach of my love

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon has a mirror on the water
Where it looks at itself and reflects, the moon, the moon, the moon is already descending
And among the sugar canes, it goes singing with the river