El Beso que le Robe a la Luna
Luis Enrique Aragón
The Kiss I Stole from the Moon
I come from very far away
I'm running away from the Moon
It haunts me and conjures me
Because I stole a kiss from him
From the Garden of His Madness
The poor Moon
I come after the stars
That in your big eyes they endure
They are the owners of my fortune
And they stole that kiss from me
That I steal from the Moon
The poor Moon
I bring the honey of a kiss
That has filled my soul with mist
I'm looking for stars
To put them together 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 bring the honey of a kiss
That has filled my soul with mist
I'm looking for stars
To put them together 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
