Letra de Noche de ronda (en ingles)

Night of patrol
That sad raisins,
that sad you cross for my window.

Night of patrol,
As you wound me,
as you hurt my heart.

Moon that you appear
on the blackout
of my solitude,
for where you go?

You say me if this night
you are gone of patrol
as it was itself,
with who you are?

You say to it that I want it,
you say that I to it mount
of in such a way waiting,
that it comes back already?

That the patrols
they are not good,
that they cause damages,
that they give sufferings,
that it is finished for crying.