Luna Brava
Natalia Oreiro
Wild Moon
The moon came out, it came out
To learn the song
That the folks from the south sing
In a bar down the alley
The people from the neighborhood
Raise their voices to the sky
And a flamenco angel
Joins the cry
Wild moon of the new neighborhood,
Concrete and lime
That roams around the windows
At dusk
Hanging between the laundry, it shows its loneliness
And catches the joy of the slums
The moon came out, it came out
To learn the song
That the folks from the south sing
In a bar down the alley
The people from the neighborhood
Raise their voices to the sky
And a flamenco angel
Joins the cry
Old lantern
Of those who sought a home
And got lost in a landscape
Of tin and cardboard
The sound of the waves
And the scent of warm pine
Have made it lose all its serenity
The moon came out, it came out
To learn the song
That the folks from the south sing
In a bar down the alley
The people from the neighborhood
Raise their voices to the sky
And a flamenco angel
Joins the cry
The moon came out, it came out
To learn the song
That the folks from the south sing
In a bar down the alley
The people from the neighborhood
Raise their voices to the sky
And a flamenco angel
Joins the cry
Flee from the sun
Sentimental satellite
Hiding among the brush
Let the day pass
Captivated in the distance
It meets when it hears its song
And waits for guitars, claps, and bongo drums to sound
The moon came out, it came out
To learn the song
That the folks from the south sing
In a bar down the alley
The people from the neighborhood
Raise their voices to the sky
And a flamenco angel
Joins the cry
Moon, moon, moon, wild moon
Makes clear
Its immense worth...
