A fool who does not understand tells a legend that a gypsy female conjured the moon until dawn. Crying, she asked when the day came to marry a calé
you will have your man with brown skin
from the sky the full moon spoke
but in exchange I want
the first son
that you give birth to him
that the one who immolates her son
so as not to be alone
little would love him
chorus
Luna you want to be a mother
and you can't find love
that you make a woman
tell me silver moon
what do you intend to do
with a skin child
Son of the Moon
A child was born to a cinnamon father
white as the back of an ermine
with gray eyes
instead of olives
albino moon child
damn his image
this son belongs to a clown
and I don't like it
chorus
Gypsy believing himself dishonored
he went to his wife with a knife in hand
whose son is he?
you've definitely deceived me
and he fatally wounded her
then he went to the mountain
with the child in his arms
and there he abandoned him
chorus
And in the nights that there are full moon
it will be because the child is in a good mood
and if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make him a crib
and if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make it a cradle

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