El Beso que le Robe a la Luna

I've come from far away
Running from the Moon
It chases me and casts spells
Because I stole a kiss
From the garden of its madness
Poor Moon

I come after the stars
That linger in your beautiful eyes
They own my fortune
And they've stolen that kiss
That I took from the Moon
Poor Moon

I've got the honey from a kiss
That has filled my soul with mist
I'm searching for stars
To gather them one by one

In the garden of your waist
When I love you again Under the Moon
In the garden of your waist
When I love you again Under the Moon

I've got the honey from a kiss
That has filled my soul with mist
I'm searching for stars
To gather them one by one

In the garden of your waist
When I love you again Under the Moon
In the garden of your waist
When I love you again Under the Moon

In the garden of your waist
When I love you again Under the Moon