Estoy que me muero
Los Tres
I'm dying
In the moonlight
A gallant fell in love
With a gentle maiden
Who swore her devotion
But destiny one day
Took her far away
Many years passed
And she never returned
And the poor maiden
Who knew how to love so much
Has been wasting away
From crying so much
Moon, bright moon
Tell me please
Do you happen to know
If my only love
Will return
Moon, bright moon
From so much suffering
I'm dying
What do I need
Without your presence
Oh!, what do I need
Without your presence
