This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
Tradução: Celtic Frost. Dolores De La Luna.
Tradução: Celtic Woman. La Luna es una cruel amante.
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Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom
looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose
Tradução: Celtic Frost. Dolores de la Luna / Tristesse De La Lune.