The moon has told me that you don't look at her
Whenever she casts her light upon you in the backstreet,
And that you always stop in someone else's window
And that you fit your face in between its iron bars.
The moon has told me that you don't look at her;
When she casts her light upon you, you turn your face away from her!
The moon has told me that, if you won't look at her,
She'll get angry with you!
And the winds also speak
About other marks left in those iron bars;
About other men who also stop
In that very window...
The moon has told me that, if you won't look at her,
She'll get angry with you!
The moon keeps complaining that you won't look at her
Whenever she follows you down the backstreet...
I've told the moon to come and let me know
If you stop again by that window.
For, if you stop by that window
And you fit your face in between its iron bars...
The moon has told me that, if you won't look at her,
She'll get angry with you!
And the winds also speak
About other marks left in those iron bars;
About other men who also stop
In that very window...
The moon has told me that, if you won't look at her,
She'll get angry with you!
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And the winds also speak
About other marks left in those iron bars;
About other men who also stop
In that very window...
The moon has told me that, if you won't look at her,
She'll get angry with you!
The moon tells me that you don't love her anymore;
That, if you don't look at her, your oblivion is hurtful to her!
Ah, what I would give to be that moon
Who casts her light upon you in the backstreet...
The moon has told me that you don't look at her;
When she casts her light upon you, you turn your face away from her!
The moon has told me...
The moon has told me that, if you won't look at her,
She'll get angry with you!
The moon has told me that you won't look at her...
Look... Look... Watch out, 'cause she's gonna get angry!
The moon has told me that you won't look at her...
Look... Look... Watch out, 'cause she's gonna get angry!