La Última Luna - Emmanuel

La septima luna

Era aquella del Luna Park

El crepusculo avanzaba

De la feria al bar

Mientras tanto el angel Santo blasfemaba

La polucion que respiraba

Musculoso pero fragil

Pobre angel, pobres alas

La sexta luna

Era el alma de un desgraciado

Que maldecia el haber nacido

Pero sonreia

Cuatro noches sin haber cenado

Con las manos, con las manos

Manchadas de carbon

Tocaba el pecho una señora

Y manchaba y reia

Creyendose el patron

La quinta luna

Daba tanto miedo

Era la cabeza de una dama

Que sintiendo la muerte cercana

El billar jugaba

Era grande y elegante

No era joven, no era vieja

Tal vez enferma

Seguramente estaba enferma

Porque sangraba un poco por la oreja

La cuarta luna

Era una cuerda de un prisioneros

Que caminando, seguia los rieles

De un tren viejo

Tenia los pies ensangrentados

Y las manos, y las manos, y las manos

Sin sus guantes

Pero no te alarmes

El cielo esta sereno

Y no hay bastantes prisioneros

La tercera luna

Salieron todos a mirarla

Era, era asi de grande

Que mas de uno penso en el Padre Eterno

Se secaron las risas, y

Se fundieron las luces

Y comenzo el infierno

La gente huyo a su casa

Porque por una noche

Regreso el invierno

La segunda luna

El panico sembro entre los gitanos

Hubo alguno que incluso

Se amputo un dedo

Otros fueron hacia el banco

A hacer alguna operacion

Pero que confusion

La mayor parte de ellos

Con sus hijos y sus perros

Corrieron a la estacion

La ultima luna

La vio solo un recien nacido

Con ojos hondos, negros, redondos

Y no lloraba

Con grandes alas tomo la luna

Entre sus manos, entre sus manos

Salio volando por la ventana

Era el hombre del mañana

Salio volando por la ventana…

(Gracias a Johnny por esta letra)

the seventh moon

It was the one from Luna Park

the twilight was advancing

From the fair to the bar

Meanwhile the Holy Angel blasphemed

The pollution that I breathed

Muscular but fragile

poor angel, poor wings

the sixth moon

It was the soul of a wretch

who cursed being born

But I smiled

Four nights without dinner

With your hands, with your hands

carbon stained

A lady touched the chest

And she stained and laughed

Believing the boss

the fifth moon

I was so scared

It was the head of a lady

that feeling the near death

billiards played

It was big and elegant

I wasn't young, I wasn't old

maybe ill

She sure was sick

Because she bled a little from the ear

the fourth moon

It was a rope of a prisoners

That walking, followed the rails

of an old train

She had bloody feet

And the hands, and the hands, and the hands

without his gloves

But don't be alarmed

the sky is serene

And there are not enough prisoners

the third moon

They all came out to look at her

She was, she was that big

That more than one thought of the Eternal Father

The laughter dried up, and

the lights went out

and hell began

The people fled home

because for one night

I'm back in winter

the second moon

Panic sowed among the gypsies

There were some who even

She amputated a finger

Others went to the bank

to do some operation

but what confusion

most of them

With their children and their dogs

They ran to the station

the last moon

She saw her only a newborn

With deep, black, round eyes

And she didn't cry

With great wings I take the moon

Between her hands, between her hands

He flew out the window

She was the man of tomorrow

He flew out the window...

(Thanks to Johnny for these lyrics)