Hijo de la luna

This is the story about the son of the moon... Please leave your comments*))* Translation: Son of the moon Foolish is he who doesn&understand A legend tells of a gipsy woman Who pleaded with the moon until dawn Weeping, she begged for a gipsy man To marry the following day "You&have your man, tawny skin," Said the full moon from the sky "But in return I want the first child That you have with him Because she who sacrifices her child So that she is not alone, Isn&likely to love him very much" Chorus: Moon, you want to be mother, But you cannot find a love Who makes you a woman Tell me, silver moon, What you intend to do With a child of flesh A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Son of the moon From a cinnamon-skinned father A son was born, White as the back of an ermine, With grey eyes instead of olive -- Moon&albino child "Damn his appearance! This is not a gipsy man&son And I will not put up with that" Chorus Believing to be dishonoured, The gipsy went to his wife, A knife in his hand "Whose son is this? You&certainly fooled me!" And he wounded her mortally Then he went to the woodlands With the child in his arms And left it behind there Chorus And the nights the moon is full It is because the child Is in a good mood And if the child cries, The moon wanes To make him a cradle And if the child cries, The moon wanes To make him a cradle