For those who don't misunderstand
the legend tells
about that gypsy woman
who prayed the moon
white and high in the sky.
While she was smiling
she begged her
"make him come back to me"
"You will have that man back,
dark skin
with his forgiveness
impure woman,
but in exchange I want
your first child
to come and stay with me"
That who sacrifices her child
not to live alone
is not worthy of a king!
Moon, you are a mother now,
but who made you a woman isn't here.
Tell me, silver moon
how will you rock him,
if you have no arms?
Son of the moon
In spring he was born
a child
from that dark father
like smoke
with light skin,
eyes of lagoon
like a son of the moon.
"this is a betrayal
he is not my son
and I don't want him"
Moon, now you're a mother
but who made you a woman
isn't here.
Tell me, silver moon
how will you rock him,
if you have no arms?
son of the moon
The gypsy, crazy
from pain,
picked right in the middle
of honor,
grabbed it and screamed,
kissed her crying,
then plunged the blade.
He ran onto the mountain
with the child in his arms
and abandoned him there
Moon, now you're a mother
but who made you
a woman isn't here
tell me, silver moon
how will you rock him
if you have no arms
son of the moon
If then the moon
becomes full
it's because the child
is sleeping soundly,
but if he's crying
she plays with him
goes down and becomes a cradle...
but if he's crying
she plays with him
goes down and becomes a cradle...