Y mientras me dure la luna,
un cigarro muere a suspiros,
quemando una historia contigo,
alumbrando quizás un quizás.
Y el humo que danza afligido,
y mi miedo que esconde detrás,
y el pensar que no haya podido
en un cigarro tus besos quemar.
Y mientras me dure la luna,
se consume mi tiempo contigo.
Un cigarro es un beso perdido,
que lanza al aire un motivo
y nunca me deja olvidar.
And as long as the moon lasts,
a cigarette dies in sighs,
burning a story with you,
lighting up maybe a maybe.
And the smoke that dances afflicted,
and my fear that hides behind,
and the thought that I have not been able
in a cigarette your kisses burn.
And as long as the moon lasts
my time with you is consumed.
A cigarette is a lost kiss
that launches a motive into the air
and never lets me forget.
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