I wouldn't know how to paint a moon more beautiful
I wouldn't know how to fix an instrument that doesn't break
and I don't know from where you got the fear of not getting lost
in spite of your vivacity, your happiness deceives
Could it be that by the beautiful moon the night was swallowed
Could it be that the wind isn't heard, if it's not behind some reproach
Could it be 'cause in reality, I don't feel water in you anymore
What will be? Will it be another very long night, will it be another very long night
I know that's nothing is impossible, except for beings incapable
of taking off the disguises that induce lying
one offers solutions and the other thinks of running away
Although it doesn't seem so, you can forget pain too
Could it be that by my new moon the night was swallowed
Could it be that my love isn't worth it 'cause I don't keep silent in front of your reproach
Could it be 'cause in reality in you, for some time now, a long time there's no water
What will be? Will it be another very long night, will it be another very long night