Noche de ronda

Night of wandering,
how sadly you pass,
how sadly you cross
by my balcony.

Night of wandering,
how you hurt,
how you wound
my heart.

Moon that breaks over the darkness of my loneliness...
Where are you going?
Tell me if tonight you go wandering like she did...
Who is she with?

Tell her I love her, tell her I'm dying from waiting so long,
that she should come back now,
that wandering is not good,
that it hurts, that it's a shame
and it ends in tears.

...Where are you going?

...Who is she with?

...Tell her I love her, tell her I'm dying from waiting so long,
that she should come back now,
that wandering is not good,
that it hurts, that it's a shame
and it ends in tears.