Romance de La Luna

The moon came to the forge
With her petticoat of lilies
The boy looks and looks
The boy is watching her (repeat)

In the trembling air
The moon moves her arms
And shows lustful and pure
Her breasts of hard tin
Run away moon, moon, moon
If the gypsies were to come
They would make with your heart
White necklaces and rings

Chorus

Boy let me dance
When the gypsies come
They will find you on the anvil
With your little eyes closed
Run away moon, moon, moon
I can already hear their horses

Boy, let me, don't step
On my starched whiteness
The rider was approaching
Playing the drum of the plain
Inside the forge, the boy
Has his eyes closed

Through the olive grove they came
Bronze and dream, the gypsies
Raising their heads
And squinting their eyes

How the nightingale sings!
Oh, how it sings in the tree!
Through the sky goes the moon
With a child by the hand

Inside the forge, the gypsies cry
Shouting out loud
The air watches over her, watches
The air is watching over her