Hijo De La Luna

Son Of The Moon

Fool whom don't understand

Tells a legend

That a gypsy female

Summoned the moon until the break of dawn

Crying she was asking

At the break of dawn

Spouse a gypsy

But in exchange I want

The first of the children

You sire to him

'Cause whom inmoles her son

For not being alone

How was she supposed to love him?

Moon, you want to be a mother

And you can't seem to find wishes

To make you a woman

Tell me silver moon

What do you pretend to do,

With a child made of skin?

Son of the moon

Of cinnamon father born the child

White as the back of a ermine

With the eyes grey

Instead of olive

Albino child of the moon

Cursed your resemblance

This kid is of a non-gypsy

And I don't save it for myself

Gypsy for believing dishonored

Went to his woman with knife at hand

Whose this child?

You have cheated me well

And wounded her deadly

Then he made it to the mountain

With the kid in arms

And there he abandoned him

And when the nights of full moon

Will be 'cause the kid has the mood

And if the child cries

Moon will diminish itself

Just to build him a crib

And if the child cries

Moon will diminish itself

Just to build him a crib