Letra de Mother-of-Pearl Moon
Green lamps hung from branches of trees dead Feathers in the headdress welded with thread Mother-of-pearl moonAnd the spring flowers turning The courtesans in their rooms Preening, dressing, undressing Dust fallingBroken light on the black water Still apricot trees outlined alive As time lags behind us And we see their blue sashes wave like sailsYour subtle mind like a cat in the night Threading softly around me The tangled locks of your jet black hairThe courtesans in their rooms Turning out their lights With mother-of-pearl moon