Noche De Ronda

Moon that breaks
Over the darkness of my loneliness
Where are you going?

Tell me if tonight you go on the prowl
Like she did;
Who are you with?

Tell her that I love her, tell her that I'm dying
From waiting so long,
And that she should come back now!

That prowls are not good,
They hurt, they cause pain,
And end up in tears...