Lunatica

Moon, cheeky satellite of the earth
I don't know why the hell, so much fuss
You're the white whore of the black night
You're the target of the jerks
Who pierce the heart at a disadvantage
You're the eternal companion
That illuminates and doesn't visit my catrera

Moon, useless kite of the earth
Because you no longer leave the waters calm
You annoy the fishermen
You're the target of the jerks
Of those who didn't even grab the bargains
You're the eternal companion
Who doesn't fuck, warm, or try

Moon, losing streetlight of the night
That ages reproaching yourself
You painted to be a queen and now you don't even show your legs
You're the target of the jerks
Of those who settled for crumbs
You're the eternal companion
To whom everyone screws with anyone

At 384 thousand kilometers from me
It's hard to tell you to fuck off
Hot during the day, very cold at night
Thins and fattens, illuminates and fades
I know what kind of woman you are
Moon moon moon moon they invented a thousand romances with the sun

Don't ask me for the sun my love
Because it burns like crazy
Don't ask me for the sun my love
The dick is the ice cream of the bums
Besides, how the hell am I going there
Not even a shuttle lets me

Moon, they invented a thousand romances with the sun
Look if it's going to pay attention to you
Single, old maid, your tail abandoned you
You're the target of the jerks
Of those who see how time passes them by
You're the eternal companion
That every passing day is uglier

Moon, I always talk to you on behalf
Of the bitches who behave like you
Always surrounded by stars, but far from them
You're the target of the jerks
Of those who look at the box before love
You're the eternal companion
To whom temptation preaches

Moon, tell me what the hell you thought you were
If you were never much more than a joke
Without grace, nor talent, you bet on your effort
You're the target of the jerks
Of those who quickly went to cards
You're the eternal companion
Of those who never fall in love with whores

At 384 thousand kilometers from me
It's hard to tell you to fuck off
Hot during the day, very cold at night
Thins and fattens, illuminates and fades
I know what kind of woman you are
That I'm tired of loving