Son of the Moon
For those who do not misunderstand
It tells the legend
Of that gypsy
Who prayed to the moon
White and high in the sky
While she smiled
She begged her
Make him come back to me
You will have that man back
Dark-skinned
With his forgiveness
Impure woman
But in return I want
Your first child
To come stay with me
Who sacrifices her son
To not be alone
Is not worthy of a king
Moon now you are a mother
But who made you
A woman is not there
Tell me silver moon
How will you cradle him
If you have no arms?
Son of the moon
He was born in spring
A child
From that dark father
Like smoke
With fair skin
Eyes like a lagoon
Like a son of the moon
This is a betrayal
He is not my son
And I, no, I don't want him
Moon now you are a mother
But who made you
A woman is not there
Tell me silver moon
How will you cradle him
If you have no arms?
Son of the moon
The mad gypsy
In pain
Caught right in the center
Of honor
He grabbed her screaming
He kissed her crying
Then he plunged the blade
He ran up the mountain
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him
Moon now you are a mother
But who made you
A woman is not there
Tell me silver moon
How will you cradle him
If you have no arms?
Son of the moon
If the full moon
Then becomes
It's because the child
Sleeps well
But if he's crying
She rocks him
And then becomes a cradle
But if he's crying
She rocks him
And then becomes a cradle