Don't love the full moon

Don't love the full moon, oh heart, that's enough. Don't throw yourself into the arms of love

For you walk on the edge of death and love a heart with an eloquent tongue, so you love a weak heart that suffers for a star that caresses the cold of misery

So a spiteful sadness mixes in the heart and you complain about a being that suffers from the clouds

Isn't an orphan love enough, oh heart? Isn't a longing made of thorns enough, oh heart?

Isn't a tear running down the cheek enough, mixing in my heart with the waves of the seas?

Isn't love for a distant full moon enough that lights my heart with the whip of passion?

Step back, oh heart, for longing bleeds my heart and slaughters it among the clouds

Step back and don't close your eyes, for you are a stranger on the path of love

A stranger glorifies a house in longing, and in the house is the love of the full moon, the sky

Far from the full moon, you are a promise, oh my heart, enough for the garment of arrival

The full moon, oh my heart, will not love a human being and will not shed tears if it is sacrificed