Cuarto Menguante

I'm leaving
Wondering if I'll come back
To your eyes
Your waning quarter eyes
Your eyes that paint the air

Traveling
To where the pain resides
I remember
Your hands touching my skin
Your hands that catch the air

And how will I know if I return
Only if the Sun
Decides to light up your eyes
Your waning quarter eyes

La
Lara la, la, la la ra la
La la ra la
La la ra la

I wake up
The night invites me to fly
Your body
Your body, a nocturnal landscape
Your body, an afternoon song
And I die
Drunk in some prayer
Feeling
Your hair tangling with my blood
Your hair, a caress of the air
And how will I know if I return
Your waning quarter eyes