El Cantar De La Luna Oscura [English translation]

It is the country of the dark moon

It is the uninhabited room

It is the most beautiful creature

She is the disheartened lady.

Good-looking gallants shorten her

And of those who have achieved it

With the passage of time, they leave her

And she, crying, chooses oblivion.

From oblivion she lives and from oblivion she dies

As a plant in a forgotten garden

Knowing that nobody wants her

Knowing that nobody has loved her

From oblivion she lives and from oblivion she dies

As a plant in a forgotten garden

Knowing that nobody wants her

Knowing that nobody has loved her

It is the lost innocence

It is old age denied

And some lost tears

Mary lives desperate