Hoy luce Luna Llena, ¡qué pena, nena!

And then you dream
Of a world with only windows
Inside you
You can hide you
You know
And then the night
You're just another empty shadow
No questions, no answers
No one to scream at you
Turn around and when you face the sun
We can make you be like everyone you know
Hey you, you're just master of the moon
And then the eyes
If you look at them they'll blind you
Who are you, what are you?
Why do you scream at me?
Turn around and when you face the sun
We can make you be like everyone you know
Hey you, master of the moon
We can shake you make you over
We just need some time to
Shed some light upon your darkness
We need your mind
And then you dream again
In a world that only you know
Inside you
You can hide you
No one to scream at you
Turn around and when you face the sun
We can make you be like everyone you know
I'll turn away and never face the sun
You'll never make me be like you
I'm master of the moon
Of a world with only windows
Inside you
You can hide you
You know
And then the night
You're just another empty shadow
No questions, no answers
No one to scream at you
Turn around and when you face the sun
We can make you be like everyone you know
Hey you, you're just master of the moon
And then the eyes
If you look at them they'll blind you
Who are you, what are you?
Why do you scream at me?
Turn around and when you face the sun
We can make you be like everyone you know
Hey you, master of the moon
We can shake you make you over
We just need some time to
Shed some light upon your darkness
We need your mind
And then you dream again
In a world that only you know
Inside you
You can hide you
No one to scream at you
Turn around and when you face the sun
We can make you be like everyone you know
I'll turn away and never face the sun
You'll never make me be like you
I'm master of the moon
Hoy luce Luna Llena. Es domingo, casi lunes; y se acerca el agosto. Una rotunda Luna Llena. Bienvenida sea. Tiraré dardos contra ella y hallaré mi fin. Tengo todas las respuestas, tengo todas las preguntas; y cada cosa está en su sitio en el armario. ¿Falta algo? Una decisión. No me doy más de quince días para tomarla. Límite: El día de Nuestra Señora.

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