ramo de flores silvestres

there was a moon out in space
but a cloud drifted over it's face
you kissed me and went on your way
the night we called it a day
i heard the song of the spheres
like a minor lament in my ears
i hadn't the heart left to pray
the night we called it a day
soft through the dark
the hoot of an owl in the sky
sad though his song
no bluer was he than i
the moon went down satrs were gone
but the sun didn't rise with the dawn
there wasn't a thing left to say
the night we called it a day
there wasn't a thing left to say
the night we called it a day

celso fonseca, the night we called it a day, natural