Supersónica

Every night I go out to look
at the balcony, at the stars.
I see shining Cadillacs flying
orbiting the full moon.

In the rings of Saturn
my friends used to race.
They wear black leather and every night
they look for girls from planet to planet.

And on a night when I can guide
a convertible in the exosphere,
I will land silently
among antennas, on your rooftop.

And just without realizing it, from your bed
you will go to the stars.
I will pilot a Bonneville
to the moon dog's party.

Yes,
someday I will come to get you
to take you to the stars.
And even though I haven't seen you in years,
please, stay beautiful.