Me Gusta Hablar Con La Luna

I like talking to the moon
About life's things
I like talking to the moon
When I fall asleep
When the night cradles me
The air of my poetry
That I like to feel
With the guitar in hand
I won't stop writing
With my pencil and paper
A thousand dreams I'll draw
So it's never forgotten
What the moon told
Of the stars, companion
There, drawing their beauty
Of the stars, companion
Avoiding the little breeze
That from the air is treacherous
I like talking to the moon
About life's things
I like talking to the moon
When I fall asleep
When the night cradles me
Of the stars, companion
There, drawing their beauty
Of the stars, companion
Avoiding the little breeze
That from the air is treacherous
Avoiding the little breeze
That from the air is treacherous