Ella Se Marcha

The moon spins over my window,
Silence outside, silence and fantasy.
She's leaving, perfuming the stairs,
She's leaving behind some star.

She crosses the street and hugs a silhouette,
Under the night they're just a couple
falling in love, fading into the street,
just a love story in its moment.

The world spins and yet I don't feel good,
I always thought: I'm an indestructible giant.
Today a love, tomorrow the end of a chapter.
Damn luck, I need it.