In the still of night, when darkness veils my soul,A weight of sorrow, an ocean that won't console.I wander under the indigo sky's embrace,Seeking solace in the tender, ethereal grace.
Oh, how she hangs, a celestial queen on high,Her gentle glow, a balm for my weary sigh.With silken beams, she tugs at the ocean's heart,Guiding the tides with an ancient, cosmic art.
En su luz plateada, encuentro mi paz,Con su resplandor, mi tristeza se deshace.
I watch her dance, casting silver whispers below,Stirring the seas, an ebb and flow of wistful woe.She weaves her magic in the fabric of the night,A symphony of dreams, a love that feels just right.
En sa danse céleste, mon cœur bat au rythme,Dans son éclat divin, mon âme s'anime.
Oh, her subtle allure, a siren's tender call,Envelops my being, like a lover's gentle thrall.She is a beacon, a compass for my wayward heart,Guiding me home from the abyss apart.
La luna, mi guía, mi faro en la oscuridad,En son éclat si doux, je trouve ma sérénité.
I capture her in a frame, but her essence evades,The lens fails to grasp her delicate cascades.She remains a mystery, beyond mortal grasp or hold,A love unattainable, a tale that must remain untold.
Grateful, I bow to the cosmic divine,For crafting such beauty, a miracle refined.In her borrowed light, I find solace and reprieve,As she weaves her enchantment, my soul's ache she relieves.
Bajo su manto de estrellas, mi alma descansa,En sa lueur éternelle, mon esprit s'élance.
She bathes the night in a haunting, silver hue,Casting a spell, a lullaby, tender and true.Though distance separates us, she's always there for me,Curing my sorrow, my pain, my discomfort, setting my spirit free.
Oh, what wonders the heavenly father has done,Creating this guiding light, this celestial one.Should I reach for the stars, aim for her heart's embrace?What solace will she grant me in this boundless space?
Anhelo tocar su esencia, abrazar su fulgor,En son aura divine, je trouve mon amour.
I long to grasp her essence, to hold her in my sight,Yet her radiant glow, a distant, guiding light,I pray to see her next, I pray to God above,To witness her beauty, her everlasting love.
Yet on nights when her glow dims, and shadows soar,I search the heavens, whispering, "Donde estas mi amor?"