La Solís Pizarro

Little gray moon, crying is
The one who sang to you went far away
Will not return

Where did he go, where will he be
The dark night took him
Will not return

Little moon of Atocha
Give my sorrow relief
I can't live
Without feeling his warm breath
He left singing into the night
With my love

Cloud that goes, tell my love
That with absence, the flower of love withers

The one who adored you no longer sings
The roads took him
Will not return