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Andando por los viejos campos grises
cruzando la cañada puedo ver
a la luna deformar
a la luna zigzaguear
Los árboles son grandes mountros negros
ladran y se abren para que tu puedas ver
su lado oscuro sin mirar
su lado oscuro...
Acceso, rayas, luces y cemento
los cerdos, ambulancias y neón
ya no hay luna
Take my head in the pavement
knocking on my door
around the city skin again
around my closed ice bones
I say look my moon in your whisky
look my moon come down
she never travel accross the heart,
and has no face
and she doesn't smile to anyone
I say never never hey hey!
¡Hey, luna, hey!
