el loco juan carabina

Crazy Juan Carabina
Spends the nights walking

When the Moon illuminates the nights of San Fernando
When the night is dark and quiet the crazy man goes
He goes to get lost in the plain, no one knows where he will go
He goes to get lost in the plain, no one knows where he will go

When the rooster crows at one in the distance
The crazy man, looking at the Moon, feels like crying
Waiting, he spends his time like a faithful bride
Waiting for the Moon to come to the square to talk to him

The people from the high plain, more than one moonlit night
Hand in hand with the Moon, they have seen the crazy man pass by
Hand in hand with the Moon, they have seen the crazy man pass by

Crazy Juan Carabina dreams in the early morning that in a bed of fine mist
He has the Moon as a pillow
Crazy Juan Carabina spends the nights crying
If the Moon doesn't illuminate the nights of San Fernando