Lluna [English translation]

A moon, which was floating by

Between a cloud and a cypress tree,

Dropped a tear in the peaceful sea.

When the child that looked upon her

While dreaming that she was a little lamp,

Heard the pale murmur

Of a lament:

'Poverty... Never...

Poverty... Never...

Never!

Never!'

In my celestial journeys

Its blueness has obsessed me,

And I master the shadows for his eyes.

May the light not ridicule them

With their own desperation

Marking the edges of cold, of hunger...

'Poverty...

Poverty...

Shame!

Shame!

Poverty...'

I will be an accomplice to anguish,

The confidante of nocturnal hopes

And comfort for his rancours within the stillness.

I will be an impulse for the revolt,

I shall be the shelter for his suspicions

And the mirror of his spite in the Universe...

'Poverty... Never...

Poverty... Never...

Never!

Never!'

And the moon, which was floating by

In between the centuries and your eyes,

Dropped a tear for...

'Poverty...

Poverty...

Shame!

Shame!

Poverty...'

Never...

Never...

Never...!