Hijo de La Luna

Fool 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 your man, dark skin
From the sky spoke the full Moon
But in return, I want

The first child
That you conceive with him
For whoever sacrifices their child
To not be alone
Would love him little

Moon, you want to be a mother
And can't find love
To make you a woman
Tell me, Silver Moon

What do you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-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 his appearance, this child is of a non-gypsy
And I won't keep quiet

Moon, you want to be a mother
And can't find love to make you a woman
Tell me, Silver Moon
What do you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Son of the Moon
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 can't find love to make you a woman

Tell me, Silver Moon
What do you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-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