Los Caños
El Barrio
The Pipes
Moon,
moon, moonlight
the one seen in the sky
accompanying the stars
on that lonely beach
there in the pipes of the meca.
The meca
following the hippie movement
covered in sand,
talking about mermaids
and amidst the smoke of laughter
and with strong whiskey
remembering Bob Marley
and the master Camarón.
[Chorus]
Some say that moon
is different from the others
because it's the mother of the bohemian
and the little mirror of the sea,
it's the flag of cultures
between Arab and flamenco
inspiration for poets
and a lighthouse for the boatman.
[Chorus]
How lucky I am (x2)
at night I will go look for you
tell you that I love you.
The waves will shiver
your body is my poison.
I will go out with you until dawn
and when you fall asleep
moon in white sheets,
I will stay thinking
of words of love
to tell you at night
before the sun looks at us.
The meca
it had to be the meca
I have met my lover
so round and so dark.
[Chorus]
