Dis-moi Lune D'Argent

Idiot who doesn't understand
The legend that like that
Said that a gypsy
Implored the moon
Until daybreak
Crying she asked
A gypsy who would like
Marry her for love

You will have your man, brunette woman
From the sky answered the full moon
But you have to give me
Your child first
As soon as you are born
The one for a man
His child is immolated
Very few would have liked it

Moon you want to be a mother
You can't find love
Who answers your prayer?
Tell me silver moon
You who have no arms
How to rock a baby
Son of the moon

From a cinnamon gypsy
The child was born
Just like the ermine
He was white
His gray eyes
Not olive color
Albino Son of the Moon
Damn you, bastard!
You are the son of a gadjo
You're the son of a pale man

Moon you want to be a mother
You can't find love
Who answers your prayer?
Tell me silver moon
You who have no arms
How to rock a baby
Son of the moon

The gypsy believing himself dishonored
Knife in hand his wife went to find
The child is not mine
You cheated on me I see
He wounded her to death
And the child in his arms
The hill he climbed
Up there abandoned him

Moon you want to be a mother
You can't find love
Who answers your prayer?
Tell me silver moon
You who have no arms
How to rock a baby
Son of the moon

And the evenings when the child plays and smiles
The moon also rounds with joy
And when the child cries
She decreases to make him
A cradle of light

And when the child cries
She decreases to make him
A cradle of light