Sapo cancionero

Toad of the night
singing toad
who lives dreaming
next to your lagoon,
tenor of the puddles
grotesque troubadour
who is bewitched by love
for the moon.

I know about your life
without any glory
I know about the tragedy
of your restless soul
and that madness of yours
to adore the moon
which is the eternal madness
of every poet.

Singing toad
sing your song
because life is sad
if we don't live it
with an illusion.

You know you're ugly
ugly and deformed
that's why during the day
you hide your ugliness
and at night you sing
your melancholy
and your song sounds
like a litany.

Your voices ring out
in open rivalry
the verses are vain
as they are so beautiful
don't you know perhaps
that the moon is cold
because it gave its blood
to the stars.