Hijo de La Luna (feat. Carlos Rivera)

Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
A legend tells
That a gypsy woman
Conjured the moon until dawn
Crying, she asked
As 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 to him
For the one who sacrifices her 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, ah, ah

Son of the moon
From a cinnamon father was born a child
White as the back of a ermine
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
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, ah, ah

Son of the moon

The gypsy, feeling dishonored
Went to his wife with a 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, ah, ah

Son of the moon

And the nights with a full moon
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