Fool who doesn't understand
A legend tells
That a gypsy female, conjured the Moon until dawn
Crying she asked, for the day to marry a gypsy man to come
"You'll have your man, you brown-skinned"
From the sky, the full moon spoke
"But in exchange I want"
"The first child that you have with him"
Cause whoever sacrifices children
For not being alone, is not going to love them
Moon you want to be mother
You can't find a love that makes you a woman
Tell me silver Moon
What do you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Son of the Moon
From cinnamon father was born a boy
White like the coat of an ermine
With gray eyes, instead of olive
Moon's albino boy
"Curse his image"
"This son's from a non-gypsy"
"And I'm not done with you about this"
Moon you want to be mother
You can't find a love that makes you a woman
Tell me silver Moon
What do you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Son of the Moon
Gypsy man believing himself dishonored
He went to his wife, knife on hand
"Who's son is this?"
"You've definately cheated on me"
And he stabbed her to death
Then he went to the mount
With the boy on arms and there he abandoned him
Moon you want to be mother
You can't find a love that makes you a woman
Tell me silver Moon
What do you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Son of the Moon
And in the nights with full moon
Will be because the child is in a good mood
And if the child cries, the Moon will wane
To make a cradle for him
And if the child cries, the Moon will wane
To make a cradle for him