Lágrimas de Luna

Tears of the moon pour out your love wound, little dove
Long agonies of your beautiful eyes staring into nothingness
My guitar... evokes in its sad notes the silent complaint of love
My guitar... evokes in its sad notes the silent complaint of love

I don't know if it was the wine of my solitudes that brought your scent
It was the madness that innocently deceives the guitar players
My guitar... evokes in its sad notes the silent complaint of love
My guitar... evokes in its sad notes the silent complaint of love

Drunk and asleep, I push away my dreams from where they came
At full gallop, I move my steps away from the sweet spell
My guitar will bring back its joy at dawn, little dove
My guitar will bring back its joy at dawn, little dove

At dawn, little dove