Nocturna (Canción sin tiempo)

Tonight filled with crickets, I’ll make it bad
with my miner's light, with my stride.

I found out that the stars
aren't to blame, it's not them
who invented the seconds
and the minutes of this world.
I understood that it’s not them,
it's not the stars that are to blame,
no.

Tonight filled with crickets, I’ll give
my violent lightning when I sing.

I found out that the planets
aren't to blame for the subtractions,
that the slaughter of my time
isn't the fault of those elements,
I understood that it’s not tricks
that are the works of planets,
no.

Tonight so feminine, I’ll love
with my satellite sex spinning.

I found out that the waning
honey moon hurts quite a bit
and that between two, anything is possible,
from the most beautiful to the terrible,
I understood it in the bitterness
of the impure side of the moon,
yes.

Tonight I’ll free the slaves
with a people of twinkling stars.

I found out that the fighter
is more honorable and braver
when he doesn’t forget the tenderness
beneath the skin of his armor,
I understood it in the beauty
of the bright side of the moon,
yes.

This hourless night will depart
because time doesn’t exist in my song
and death doesn’t know my clock,
his scythe can’t handle my love.

I found out that the stars
aren't to blame, it's not them
who invented the seconds
and the minutes of this world.

I found out that it’s not them,
it's not the stars that are to blame,
no.