Last night I talked with the moon
and I told her my sorrow, 1.
and I told her the anxiety
I feel to have you.
Last night I talked with the moon
and I offered her my dreams,
the dreams that I kept
deep down in my soul.
The moon confessed to me
that she never had affairs, 2.
that she was always alone
crying by the sea.
She told me that the night
kept among its shadows
the love that the waves
wanted to steal from me.
Last night I talked with the moon
she told me so many things,
that, perhaps tonight,
I will talk to her again,
The moon confessed to me
that she never had affairs,
that she was always alone
crying by the sea.
She told me that the night
kept in its shadows
the love that the waves
wanted to steal from me.
Last night I talked with the moon
she told me so many things,
that, perhaps tonight,
I will talk to her again,