Hija De La Luna
Belle Perez
Daughter of the Moon
Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
A legend tells
That a gypsy woman
Conjured the moon
Until dawn
Crying she asked
When the day arrived
To marry a gypsy man
You will have
A man with dark skin
From the sky
Spoke the full moon
But in return I want
The first child
That you bear him
For the one who sacrifices his child
To not be alone
Would love him little
Moon you want to be a mother
And you can't find love
To make you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin
Son of the moon
From a cinnamon father was born a child
White as the back
Of a marten
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino child of the moon
Cursed is his appearance
This child is from a non-gypsy
And I won't keep quiet about it
Moon you want to be a mother
And you can't find love
To make you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin
Son of the moon
The gypsy, feeling
Dishonored
Went to his wife
Knife in hand
Whose child is this?
You've definitely deceived me
And he wounded her to death
Then he went to the mountain
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him
Moon you want to be a mother
And you can't find love
To make you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin
Son of the moon
And on nights
When there's a full moon
It will be because the child
Is in good spirits
And if the child cries
The moon will wane
To make him a cradle
And if the child cries
The moon will wane
To make him a cradle
