Aunque siga brillando la luna...

So we´ll go no more a roving
so late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
and the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
and the soul wears out the breast,
and heart must pause to breathe,
and love itself must rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
and the day returns too soon,
yet we´ll go no more a roving
by the light of the moon.