"Moonface" (Caraluna) - Bacilos (Colombia)

Who said that it doesn't hurt
the footsteps in the sand.
The sea took her away,
but the moon keeps there...
and that moon is my conviction (prison).

Slowly in the morning.
Agitated by night.
The living voices of the memories
put a costume on as if they were the intuition
and in a voice your voice hides,
and in a voice your voice hides.

And I know that maybe,
you'll never listen to my song, I know.
And I know that maybe,
I'll keep using you like this,
stealing you in my inspiration.

As long as I keep seeing your face in the moon's face.
As long as I keep listening your voice
among the waves, between the foam.
As long as I have to change the radio station,
because each song talks me about you,
about you,
about you...
talks me about you...

Life hides from me,
behind an unfulfilled promise,
from where any inspiration is born,
from where another songs will be born,
and I don't know already who's hidding
I don't know what's hidding, now.

And I know that maybe,
you'll never listen to my song, I know.
And I know that maybe,
I'll keep using you,
stealing you in my inspiration.

As long as I keep seeing your face in the moon's face.
As long as I keep listening your voice
among the waves, between the foam.
As long as I have to change the radio station,
because each song talks me about you,
about you,
about you...

As long as I keep seeing your face in the moon's face.
As long as I keep listening your voice
among the waves, between the foam.
As long as I have to change the radio station,
because each song talks me about you,
about you,
about you...

I'll keep searching, I'll keep escaping...
maybe from you, maybe from me...
I'll keep looking for an explanation
to this song...
too!

As long as I keep seeing your face in the moon's face.
As long as I keep listening your voice
among the waves, between the foam.
As long as I have to change the radio station,
because each song talks me about you,
about you,
about you...

As long as I keep seeing your face in the moon's face.
As long as I keep listening your voice
among the waves, between the foam.
As long as I have to change the radio station,
because each song talks me about you,
about you,
about you...

It talks me about you.
(here, here)
It talks me about you.
about you...
It talks me about you...
ayayayayay...