Luna de agosto
Radio Futura
August Moon
August moon, mother and queen of wine
help me find my way, August moon.
Help me make it to tomorrow, without this killer dream
mother and queen of wine, August moon.
You who bathe in that sacred puddle
full of purple must that no one can taste.
Pull the cart and roll with a slow rhythm
until our food comes out of the mud.
Golden goddess, when I catch your gaze
serpents grow and flee, writhing away.
August moon, ripe pearl of the sky
I come to seek your comfort, August moon.
In other eyes of clearer water, I’d like to see myself
but I always come back to seek your cruel smirk.
Stay with me, I’m the insomniac, your friend
give me your ancient caress and conversation.
Queen of the year, may you be free from harm
this harvest is for the future drinker.
August moon, mother and queen of wine.
