I asked the moon
And the sun does not know him(it)
I showed him(her) my burns
And the moon laughed at me
And as the sky did not look fine
And what I did not cure
I said to myself which misfortune
And the moon laughed at me

I asked the moon
If you still wanted of me
She told me " I have not the habit
To occupy me cases like that "
And you and I
We were so much sure
And we sometimes said ourselves
I asked the moon
If you still wanted of me
She told me " I have not the habit
To occupy me cases like that "
And you and I
We were so much sure
And we sometimes said ourselves etc....