Hijo de La Luna
Stravaganzza
Son of the Moon
Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
Tells a legend
That a gypsy woman
Conjured the Moon
Until dawn
Crying she asked
That when the day arrived
To marry a gypsy
You will have your man
Dark-skinned
From the sky
Spoke the full Moon
But in return I want
The first child
That you bear to him
For the one who sacrifices her 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 marten
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino child of the Moon
Cursed is his appearance
This child is of 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
Knife in hand
Whose child is this?
You have deceived me, he said
And 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
When there is 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
