pOcO a PoCo

Throw me your braids from your window
throw me your braids because I want to make love to you until morning comes.
Throw me your braids, don't leave me in the street
don't leave me in the street, for God's sake.
Throw me your braids because tonight it's cold and I need your warmth.

The moon, the moon, the moon has told me
that if she can be my lover, the night, the night
that has already blessed me, that I'm sure to move forward.
Because it doesn't surprise me that
the moon falls in love with the one who talks to her the most, the one who leans out the window.
And it tells both joys and sorrows.
And the one who let me sleep on a corner of her face, as I said in a verse
oh! the moon
the moon has told me that she can be my lover.

When I'm gone, do with her what you want
but in front of me, remember she's 19 springs old
behave as you should, like honorable men
as Caracol said, don't leave them crying
in front of my doorsteps
and I will leave like the swallows
when the cold approaches
you will drink from other streams
you will fly in another sky, sleep in another nest

And once without direction
it goes dying without having anything certain
you will remember a paradise where there was only green.
And now I only see darkness
that's why little by little,
I consume little by little
it ends little by little.