opens
blue velvet infinite space and the moon walks with aching heart
:
looks and examines your beloved poet
fallen on Earth.
He was kind, gentle and kind
.
He sang to the moon
and slept in his light
to make her sleep.
.
Ay, Luna lunita, lunera! Your
poet says:
're not the first! Your
poet has been
with empty eyes.
're not their muse:
has been very cold.
.
Oh, my Gypsy Moon!
silver knives goes through your soul
of faithful love. Your
poet has been
And forgot his song.
renounced the
dreams expressed passion in verse
And your kisses
also delivered with warm emotion.
.
Oh, my moon and my lady!
this Drama of Love
accept comfort protector
Wind And let him take full
your pain.
.
Oh, my torments Moon!
is no longer your poet.
has been a long time
And it knocks on your door. Atra
were those beautiful
and secret moments:
sunk down into the grave
your dead unicorn.