Luna Cordobesa
Los Chalchaleros
Cordoban Moon
Being the moon of my Cordoba,
hanging from your sky,
so pretty and so distant
like my dream.
Now your light, over the poplars
puts a touch of infinity
and a love that was silence,
turns into a scream.
Confidant of this tear
that goes with its memories,
don't tell her that I've cried
because I love her.
CHORUS
When your pale little face
gets wet in the lagoon,
I remember other nights
and another moon.
The cricket releases its sweetest
serenade on a string.
It doesn't seem like it's singing,
more like it's complaining.
Through the branches of the trees
the wind plays around,
it's the night's elf
that turns into a song.
I give you all this music,
my Cordoban moon,
and the pearl of dew
over the mountains.
