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She never went to see the stone
She gave away the telephone
Sittin' in his rockin' chair
She combs and combs and combs her hair
When her children come to call on her she speaks
If it weren't for them she'd lose track of the weeks
She sets the table every night
Fills the room with candle light
Plays the little radio
The one they brought from Mexico
And she hears his gentle laughter in the air
For a moment it don't matter he's not there
She is wearing the mantilla he gave to his bride
And waiting at a window inside
"Por la Luz de la Luna
Puedo ver mi querido volando solo
Y su cara perdida
Mira, se va lejos de mi a esperar
Ruego ya por la vida despues
Cuando juntos volaremos otra vez"
("By the light of the moon
I can see my lover flying alone
And his lost face
See, it goes far from me to wait
Now I pray for the afterlife
When we will fly again together")
And she doesn't want that treadmill in the den
She will never set a foot on it again
She is reaching for an angel in the dark sky above
She will tell you if you ask her she is dying for love
"Por la Luz de la Luna
Puedo ver mi querido volando solo
Y su cara perdida
Mira, se va lejos de mi a esperar
Ruego ya por la vida despues
Cuando juntos volaremos otra vez"
She remembers his perfect embrace
She remembers in velvet and lace
May she fly
May she fly to that happier place
May her lips fall again on his face