Hijo de la Luna [English translation]

Foolish who doesn't understand

Tells a legend

That a gypsy woman

Conjured to the moon until sunrise

Crying she was asking

Coming the day

To marry a gypsy man

You you have your man of dark skin

From heaven spoke the full moon

But in return I want

The first son

That you beget from him

Whoever sacrifices his son

Not to be alone

Would barely love him

Moon wants to be mother

And you don't find a lover

Who can make you woman

Tell me silver moon

what do you expect to do

with a kid of skin

Son of the moon

From a cinnamon father a boy was born

White as the back of an ermine

With the eyes grey

Instead of olive

Albino boy of moon

Damn his stamp

This son is from a non-gipsy

And I won't shut up

Gypsy man believing himself dishonred

Went to his woman knife in hand

Who's son is this?

You've cheated on me permanently

And he hurted her to dead

Then he went to the mount

With the kid in his arms

And he abandoned him there

And in the nights with full moon

It will be because the kid is in a good mood

Aand if the boy cries

The moon will lessen

To make him a cradle

And if the boy cries

The moon will lessen

To make him a cradle