Hijo de La Luna (mecano Cover)

Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
There's a legend that goes
A gypsy woman
Called on the Moon until dawn
Crying, she begged as day arrived
To marry a gypsy
You'll have your man with dark skin
The full moon spoke from the sky
But in return, I want the firstborn
That you bear for him
For whoever sacrifices their child
To avoid being alone
Would hardly love him

The Moon wants to be a mother
And can't find a lover
To make her a woman
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do
With a child of skin, Son of the Moon

A child was born of cinnamon father
White as the back of a stoat
With gray eyes instead of olive
An albino child of the Moon
Cursed be his image
This child is of a payo
And I won't keep it quiet

The Moon wants to be a mother
And can't find a lover
To make her a woman
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan 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 it?
And he wounded her to death
Then he went to the mountains
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him

Moon, you want to be a mother
And can't find a lover
To make you a woman
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do
With a child of skin, Son of the Moon

And on nights when there's a full moon
It'll be because the child is doing well
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