La séptima luna
La séptima luna
era aquella del Luna Park
el crepúsculo avanzaba
de la feria al bar
mientras tanto el Ángel Santo blasfemaba
la polución que respiraba
musculoso pero frágil.
Pobre Ángel, pobres alas.
La sexta luna
era el alma de un desgraciado
que maldecía el haber nacido,
pero sonreía.
Cuatro noches sin haber cenado
con las manos, con las manos,
manchadas de carbón.
Tocaba el pecho una señora
y manchaba y reía
creyéndose el patrón.
La quinta luna
daba tanto miedo
era la cabeza de una dama
que sintiendo la muerte cercana
al 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 prisioneros
que caminando, seguía los rieles
de un tren viejo.
Tenía los pies ensangrentados
y las manos, y las manos, y las manos
sin sus guantes,
pero no te alarmes
el cielo está sereno
y no hay bastantes prisioneros.
La tercera luna
salieron todos a buscarla
era, era así de grande
que más de uno pensó en el Padre Eterno.
Se secaron las risas,
se fundieron las luces
y comenzó el infierno,
la gente huyó a su casa
porque por una noche
regresó el invierno.
La segunda luna
el pánico sembró entre los gitanos
hubo alguno que incluso
se amputo un dedo.
Otros fueron hacia el banco
a hacer alguna operación
pero qué confusión
la mayor parte de ellos
con sus hijos y sus perros
corrieron a la estación.
La ultima luna
la vio sólo un recién nacido
con ojos negros, profundos, redondos
y no lloraba
con grandes alas tomó la luna
entre sus manos, entre sus manos.
Salió volando por la ventana
era el hombre del mañana.
Salió volando por la ventana...
The seventh moon
The seventh moon
was the one from Luna Park
the twilight advanced
from the fair to the bar
meanwhile the Holy Angel blasphemed
the pollution he breathed
muscular but fragile.
Poor Angel, poor wings.
The sixth moon
was the soul of an unfortunate
who cursed being born,
but smiled.
Four nights without having dinner
with his hands, with his hands,
stained with coal.
He touched a lady's chest
and stained and laughed
thinking he was the boss.
The fifth moon
gave so much fear
it was the head of a lady
who, feeling death near
played billiards.
She was big and elegant,
she was not young, she was not old
maybe sick
she was surely sick
because she bled a little from her ear.
The fourth moon
was a string of prisoners
walking, following the tracks
of an old train.
Their feet were bloody
and their hands, and their hands, and their hands
without their gloves,
but don't be alarmed
the sky is clear
and there are not enough prisoners.
The third moon
everyone went out to look for it
it was, it was that big
that more than one thought of the Eternal Father.
Laughter dried up,
lights melted
and hell began,
people ran home
because for one night
winter returned.
The second moon
sowed panic among the gypsies
some even
amputated a finger.
Others went to the bank
to do some business
but what confusion
most of them
with their children and their dogs
ran to the station.
The last moon
was only seen by a newborn
with black, deep, round eyes
and didn't cry
with big wings he took the moon
in his hands, in his hands.
He flew out the window
he was the man of tomorrow.
He flew out the window...