Jaleo

Commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
Run, Moon, Moon, Moon
Commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo

The Moon came to the forge
With her skirt of lilies
The boy looks at her, looks
The boy is watching her
In the stirred air
The Moon moves her arms
And shows, lustful and pure
Her breasts of hard tin

Run, Moon, Moon, Moon
If the gypsies come
They'll find you on the anvil
With your little eyes closed
Run, Moon, Moon, Moon
I can already hear their horses
Boy, let me be, don’t step
On my starched whiteness

The rider was approaching
Beating the drum of the plain
Inside the forge
The boy has his eyes closed
In the olive grove they came, bronze
And dreams, the gypsies
Heads held high
And eyes half-closed

How the owl sings
Oh, how it sings in the tree
Through the sky goes the Moon
With the boy by the hand
Inside the forge they cry
Screaming, the gypsies
The air watches over her, watches
The air is keeping watch over her

Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts
Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts
Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts
Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts

Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts
Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts
Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts
Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotion-oo
The ruckus is over, now the shooting starts