Moor on the coast, I let out a scream
I left many tears in the sand
I carry some cities on my belt
I bring some tragedies in my trachea
I left a message in the basil pot
I ask God that this time he reads it
While the march goes on, I don't stay
Trying not to lose myself in the crowded street
Tonight I'm only dancing with the full moon
Swaying with the palm leaves
Tonight I'm only dancing with the full moon
Swaying with the palm leaves
By the sea, right on the edge
By the sea, at the edge of the line
By the sea, right on the edge
By the sea, at the edge of the line
And may these hours not pass without me
May this carriage not be my end
And may these doors not close without me
Until your ropes tie themselves to me
Tonight I'm only dancing with the full moon
Swaying with the palm leaves
Tonight I'm only dancing with the full moon
Swaying with the palm leaves