La Última Luna

The seventh Moon
Was the one from Luna Park
Twilight was advancing
From the fair to the bar
Meanwhile, the Holy Angel was blaspheming
The pollution he was breathing
Muscular, yet fragile
Poor angel, poor wings

The sixth Moon
Was the soul of an unfortunate man
Who cursed being born
But smiled
Four nights without having dinner
With his hands, with his hands
Stained with coal
He touched a lady's chest
And stained and laughed
Thinking he was the boss

The fifth Moon
Was so scary
It was the head of a lady
Who, feeling death near
Played billiards
She was big and elegant
Not young, not old
Maybe sick
Surely she was sick
Because she bled a little from her ear

The fourth Moon
Was a rope of a prisoner
Who kept walking following the rails
Of an old train
His feet were bloodied
And his hands, and his hands, and his hands
Without his gloves
But don't be bitter
The sky is clear
And there aren't enough prisoners

The third Moon
Everyone went out to see it
It was, it was so big
That more than one thought of the Eternal Father
Laughter dried up
Lights melted
And hell began
People ran home
Because for one night
Winter returned

The second Moon
Spread panic among the gypsies
Some even
Amputated a finger
Others went to the bank
To do some transaction
But what confusion
Most of them
With their children and dogs
Ran to the station

The last Moon
Was seen only by a newborn
Who with deep, black, round eyes
And didn't cry
With big wings, he took the Moon
In his hands, in his hands
He flew out the window
He was the man of tomorrow
He flew out the window
He was the man of tomorrow