La Solís Pizarro

Little gray moon, she is crying
The one who sang to you went far away
He will not return anymore

Where did he go, where will he be?
The dark night took him away
He will not return anymore

Moonlight of Atocha
Give my sorrow some relief
I can't live
Without feeling his warm breath
He went singing into the night
With my love

Cloud that goes by, tell me good
That withers with absence
The flower of love

He who adored you sings no more
The roads took him away
He will not return anymore

Moonlight of Atocha
Give my sorrow some relief
I can't live
Without feeling his warm breath
He went singing into the night
With my love