Dis-moi Lune D'Argent

Idiot who doesn't understand
the legend that goes like this
tells of a gypsy
pleading with the moon
till the break of day
Crying, she asked
for a gypsy who would
marry her out of love

You will have your man, dark woman
from the sky replied the full moon,
but you must give me
your child first
as soon as it is born
she who for a man
sacrifices her child
very few would have loved

Chorus
Moon, you want to be a mother
you can't find the love
that fulfills your prayer
tell me, silver moon
you who have no arms
how to cradle the child
Son of the moon

From a cinnamon gypsy
the child was born
just like the ermine
he was white
his eyes gray
not olive-colored
albino son of the moon
cursed be you, bastard!
you're the son of a gadjo
you're the son of a pale one

Chorus

The gypsy, thinking himself dishonored
knife in hand, went to find his wife
the child is not mine
you have deceived me, I see
he wounded her to death
And with the child in his arms
he climbed the hill
up there he abandoned her...

Chorus

And on evenings when the child plays and smiles
with joy, the moon also becomes full
and when the child cries
it wanes to create
a cradle of light for him