almostblackmamba

No se si seria la luna que esta arropada de noche, Ni las estrellas salieron a darle ánimo, Las nubes se esconden tras la montaña, La gente come sin esperanza; Los niños ya probaron la manzana, Y piden más de la mano que solo amenaza, Y el sol ya sale, pero la luna se le escapa, Parece que esto ya no es carrera, no trata ya alcanzarla, Es hora ya del sol cansado sin brillo de broche, Las sirenas llaman a su luna encadenada al frió, Que viene librando a gente de temas, Y algunos dicen que saca su fantasma; Con sonrisa de Mona Lisa a los niños no espanta, Con gritos inauditos en la testa del puro karm

I know a woman that's a hundred and five years old, I cant believe all the truths she ever told, She says, "Son count your friends, Count them now and count them at the end," By the time you reach my age of old, You might not even have a hand to hold, I was negative eight when I began to be taught, Just old enough to see the world so distraught, So I did begin to count my true kin, Sorting through friends and family, sorting through the sin, I even loved a woman, though she didn't love me back, In her cruelty I found the pain my life did lack, I also met the greatest enemy ever, Full of rocks and grain but mostly water, I tried