I want the moonlight
for my sad nights,
to be able to feel the divine
illusions that you gave me,
to feel, like no one else,
that you are mine, mine.
Well, I haven’t seen the moonlight
since you went away.
Well, I haven’t seen the moonlight
since you went away.
I feel your ties,
your hooks, your claws,
and I'm boozing on the beach
drowning my pain in tequila.
And I feel your chains that drag me
through my silent night,
that’s full moonish,
bright blue night, like no other.
Well, I haven’t seen the moonlight
since you went away.
Well, I haven’t seen the moonlight
since you went away.
If you never return again,
my country girl,
to my beloved forest,
that is sad and cold,
at least your memory
will put light into my mist.
Well, I haven’t seen the moonlight
since you went away.
Well, I haven’t seen the moonlight
since you went away.