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