Luna
Victor Manuel
Moon
I'm tired of barking at you, Moon
I'm tired of looking at myself in you
If I come, if I go, you always judge me
Decide always for you and for me
Let go of the reins, please
I can barely be who I am
Full moon
Invisible are the threads you handle
Full moon
Always wrapped in a halo of lunatic sadness
It's not that I prefer to dream in the dark
Or caress her without seeing her well
But excuse me for having doubts
If you'll only be a voyeur
Let go of the reins, please
I can barely be who I am
