Tú, Luna y Yo - Aroa

Hace tiempo que no brillaba mi estrella

Y en mis noches solo aparecían tinieblas

No había días azules ni el sol alumbraba mi mañana

Hoy añoro aquel olor a primavera que me recuerda tu cara

Tú y yo sentaos en un parque me miras y te miro

y yo acaricio tu pelo que se enreda entre mis dedos

Y la luna me sonríe y me dice bésalo bésalo

Que no se enfríe la llama del amor y la luna me sonríe

Tú y yo sentaos en un parque me miras y te miro

y yo acaricio tu pelo que se enreda entre mis dedos

Y la luna me sonríe y me dice bésalo bésalo

Que no se enfríe la llama del amor y la luna me sonríe

Tú me has hecho creer en el amor

Has traído de nuevo hasta mi puerta

Y me pides que te quiera que tu eres mi luna llena

Tú me has hecho de nuevo sentir la primavera

Tú y yo sentaos en un parque me miras y te miro

y yo acaricio tu pelo que se enreda entre mis dedos

Y la luna me sonríe y me dice bésalo bésalo

Que no se enfríe la llama del amor y la luna me sonríe

Tú y yo sentaos en un parque me miras y te miro

y yo acaricio tu pelo que se enreda entre mis dedos

Y la luna me sonríe y me dice bésalo bésalo

Que no se enfríe la llama del amor y la luna me sonríe

(Gracias a José por esta letra)

My star hasn't shined for a long time

And in my nights only darkness appeared

There were no blue days nor did the sun light my morning

Today I miss that smell of spring that reminds me of your face

You and I sit in a park you look at me and I look at you

and I caress your hair that gets tangled between my fingers

And the moon smiles at me and tells me kiss him kiss him

That the flame of love does not cool and the moon smiles at me

You and I sit in a park you look at me and I look at you

and I caress your hair that gets tangled between my fingers

And the moon smiles at me and tells me kiss him kiss him

That the flame of love does not cool and the moon smiles at me

You have made me believe in love

You brought back to my door

And you ask me to love you that you are my full moon

You have made me feel the spring again

You and I sit in a park you look at me and I look at you

and I caress your hair that gets tangled between my fingers

And the moon smiles at me and tells me kiss him kiss him

That the flame of love does not cool and the moon smiles at me

You and I sit in a park you look at me and I look at you

and I caress your hair that gets tangled between my fingers

And the moon smiles at me and tells me kiss him kiss him

That the flame of love does not cool and the moon smiles at me

(Thanks to José for this letter)