Los Aretes de La Luna

The earrings that the moon is missing
I have them stored, to make you a necklace
I found them one morning, in the mist
When I was walking, by the immense sea

Privilege, that I thank the sky for
Because no poet could find them
I keep them in a golden chest
They are my only fortune, and I will give them to you
The earrings that the moon is missing
I have them stored, at the bottom of the sea

Privilege, that I thank the sky for
Because no poet could find them
I keep them in a golden chest
They are my only fortune, and I will give them to you
Oh, the earrings that the moon is missing
I have them stored, at the bottom of the sea