Silly is the one who doesn't understand
What a legend tells us
That a gypsy woman
Swore upon the moon until the sun rose
Crying she asked her
That when the day would arrive
She could marry a gypsy man
You're gonna have a man, brown skin
Spoke the moon from the sky
But in change I want
The first child
That you'll have from him
As whoever sacrifices her child
In order to not being alone
Will love him very little
Moon, you want to be a mother
But you don't find your liking
In what makes you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you pretend to do
With a child of skin
Son of the moon
Of a cinnamon father a child was born
As white as the lumbar of an ermine
With grey eyes
Instead of olive brown
Albino child of the moon
Forsaken his face
This is a white skin's child
And I ain't gonna care for him
Moon, you want to be a mother
But you don't find your liking
In what makes you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you pretend to do
With a child of skin
Son of the moon
The gypsy man believed to be dishonored
So he came to his wife with the knife in his hand
Whose child is this?
You betrayed me, he assumed
And he wounded her to death
Then he went on the mountain
With the child in his arms
And there he left him alone
Moon, you want to be a mother
But you don't find your liking
In what makes you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you pretend to do
With a child of skin
Son of the moon
And in the nights of full moon
It's because the child is well
And when the child is crying
The moon will diminish
In order to make him a cradle
And when the child is crying
The moon will diminish
In order to make him a cradle