La noche neutra

Mr Moon, Mr Moon maybe your time is coming.
Mr Moon, Mr Moon what's happening in the room?
We'll search our hearts before you die, let the time fades away.
It was given as a promise to each and every man.

I wanna love you but I'm growing old.
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
Will she come over when it's time to go?
Come on and show me little drummerboy.
No... Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Moon

Sad but true, sad but true,
you're telling me what to do.
I've learned my lesson, that stupid question,
Though it hurt my pride.

But you're a girl, a serious girl,
Showing me the world.
Oh my love, you're so tired,
But you must be quiet.

I wanna love you but I'm growing old.
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
Will she come over when it's time to go?
Come on and show me little drummerboy,
No... Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Moon.

Hey, hey, hey?
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Moon.

I wanna love you but I'm growing old.
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
Will she come over when it's time to go?
Come on and show me little drummerboy.

I wanna love you but I'm growing old.
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
The day is using up it's final breath.
I've never been so sure I've never doubted you.
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Moon.

"Mr Moon". Mando Diao, bring 'em in

Sí podría caber un reposo sin vigilia, duermevela, pesadillas. Saltar el foso y pasar por alto fastos de una boda que no sé si es la mía, con la familia tirándose los trastos sobre la cabeza, con el ansia de desaparecer. Me pregunto si sería más veloz que los perros, si no me agarrarían en el último momento, como ocurre siempre. Me pregunto si me seguirías y si llegaría al verano allá, a Buenos Aires.