by Mônica Almeida
When the full moon appears in the sky
I know the masked man will come fast
To fight tyranny, eye to eye,
His fame and reputation are going to last.
The black horse, his faithful friend,
Always taking him over hills
Courage is certainly what he trills
Proud of his rider till the end.
When the full moon appears for lovers,
The masked man doesn't get apart
What irony! Fighting against robbers,
He himself stole my heart!
