Luna De Día
Joan Manuel Serrat
Day Moon
Where are you going, day moon, slipping mistakenly across the horizons. Where are you going, pale and cold. Where are you going, day moon, moon of mud and loneliness. Where are you going denying the sun, what darkness do you want to rescue, on what black carpet will you try your luck, if in the corners they don't call out to you and in the bars they don't recognize you, moon. Where are you going, in secret, orphan of mirrors and sequins. Where are you going, without a guide. Where are you going, in secret, full and awake.
Where are you going denying the sun, what darkness do you want to rescue, on what black carpet will you try your luck, if in the corners they don't call out to you and in the bars they don't recognize you, moon, moon...
