Coplas a La Luna

(Zamba)

The moon came down to the trunks
overa of night and soul
for staying face up
made string in the guitars.

The moon fell into the ditch
drunk from close nights
And covered herself with the water
Because no one was looking at her.

There is a dream moon
dream of silent nights
that is stealing my life
through my enamored blood.

It became leather and wood
the moon turned into a box
when alone on the hill
the bagualas cried for her.

The moon will be a dove
white chest and white wing
flying from sky to sky
in the dream of a sleepless night.

There is a dream moon
dream of silent nights
that is stealing my life
through my enamored blood.