Hijo De La Luna

Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
Tells a legend
That a gypsy woman
Conjured the moon until dawn

Crying, she asked
As the day arrived
To marry a gypsy

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 whoever sacrifices their 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, a child was born
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 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 with a knife in hand
Whose child is this?
He's deceiving 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 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 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