The sun in my street is
Staying longer each time
Trying to ask the moon
The reason why it doesn't burn.
So much it wants to know why,
But then it stays quiet.
And no one ever sees them
Walking arm in arm.
If you pursue me during the day
And at night you always leave me,
Don't say it's fantasy
The reason of my complaints.
You only are jealous,
When I don't come to see you.
But if you have me at your side,
Not even jealousies I deserve!