Coming sta, la luna, coming sta,Coming sta, la luna, coming sta.I am not fighting, but Iâm the night,I am not dying and Iâm not hurt.I am the right or the wrong, your hope,I am the dancer on the tender road.I am the water and how I can flow.I have ambition to that,Iâm not falling you know,I sound like singing the flow,I am the dancer on the tender road.Coming sta, la lunaAnd why donât you call me sta?Flowing over Babaluma,It ainât your friend.You can do it aloneAnd you donât have to payAnd if you donât free your windowThere is nothing to shame.But I donât play easy,Itâs secret, the truth,I was fading in water,There is nothing but you.You can look through the wall,You just smile it for sure,She comes in white flowers,There is no way to go.Coming sta, la luna, coming sta,Coming sta, la luna, coming sta.Itâs never heard,Speak through the voice of the water,Stretch the curse beforeWhile you can think and be different.The foe of your brothers,Be the king of the rainWhile youâll be playingFull from the strain pool.Coming sta, la lunaAnd why donât you call me sta?Flowing over Babaluma,It ainât your friend.You can do it while you run,Play alone in the lightAnd you freeze so gently,There is my own of the matter.La, la, luna, la, la, luna,La, la, la, luna, na, na, na,Flowing over Babaluma,It ainât your friend.Coming sta.