Hijo de La Luna
Miguel Bosé
Son 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 Calé
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 to him
For the one who sacrifices her child
To not be alone, she would hardly love 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
Of cinnamon father
A child was born
White as the back of a stoat
With gray eyes
Instead of olive, an albino child of the moon
Cursed is his appearance
This child is of a non-gypsy
And I won't keep quiet about it
Moon, you want to be a mother...
The gypsy, feeling dishonored
Went to his wife, knife in hand
Whose child is this?
You've deceived me for sure
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 on nights with 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
