My lament in Kansas City
The Dawn,
In Kansas city is coming,
On that high night, with dew,
The Moonlight is Falling,
Their streets, empty are,
A frightening silence,
Nobody serenades,
And neither Trovas of love,
No one's in the plaza,
No poem to recite,
No one sighs of love,
In front of the Moonlight
Oh Kansas City
Location of my lament,
I didn't get her love
That life is my complaint