La Luna de Rasquí

I was looking at the moon of Rasquí
Lying on the white sand
And the moon was talking to me alone
The moon was talking to me alone

The moon of Rasquí told me:
'you are on holy sand'
'And sorrow doesn't reach here'
'Sorrow doesn't reach here'

I was looking at the moon of Rasquí
Lying on the white sand
And the moon was talking to me alone
The moon was talking to me alone

The moon (I would swear)
Was talking to me!
Like Crazy Juan Carabina
On the nights of San Fernando

Sorrow, that sees everything
With its microscope
Of unease
Sorrow, here, I think
Has a blind spot!

I was looking at the moon of Rasquí
Lying on the white sand
And the moon was talking to me alone
The moon was talking to me alone

Moon, moon, full moon
Take my hand in yours
Take me where you sing
Looking at you, Simón Díaz