Nocturno
El Cuarteto de Nos
Nocturnal
On a yellow night
In the white and green square
The woman with black eyes
Was writing on the dust
Brought from a nearby star
Strange prophetic signs
As if she were an oracle
And no one understood her
Without anyone seeing her
Because no one saw her
The woman with green, black eyes
Who is now on the rooftop
Of an old dirty building
Old ashen building
Like the moon dust
Where she writes the future
La, la, la, la
La, la, la
And the woman with red, black eyes
Is flying and looking at you
Through your window
And laughs inconsolably, uncontrollably, cries
