Luna Maleante
Cruzando El Charco
Moon Thug
Shine, shine the morning
And without saying anything
Passion is born
Late on your window
I tattooed on my back
This heart
Always so intolerant
I became a fraud
A con artist
But it hurts to know that I'm losing you
That time is dying
And that you're leaving from here
Now what do I tell the sun?
That you left without saying goodbye
That night the moon wrapped you and didn't return you
Always so intolerant
I became a fraud
A con artist
But it hurts to know that I'm losing you
That time is dying
And that you're leaving from here
