A fool who does not understand
A legend tells
That a gypsy female
Conjured the moon
until dawn
Crying she asked
When the day came
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You will have your
brown-skinned man
From the sky
the full moon spoke
But in return I want
The son first
That you beget him
That he who suffers immolates
So as not to be alone
Little would love him
Luna you want to be a mother
And You can't find the desire
To make you a woman
Tell me the silver moon
What do you intend to do?
With a fur child
Son of the moon
Of father cinnamon a child was born
White as the back
of an ermine
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino moon child
His image is beautiful
This son is a mistake
And I don't like it
Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find love
Let him make you woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a fur child
Son of the moon
Gypsy when he believes himself
dishonored
He went to his wife
knife in hand
Whose son is he?
He is constantly deceiving me
And he wounded her to death
Then he she made the mountain
With the child in her arms
And there she abandoned him
Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the desire
To make you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a fur child
Son of the moon
And the nights
let there be a full moon
It will be because the child
is in good health
And if the child cries
The moon will wane
To make the moon crib
And if the child or cry
The moon will wane
To make the moon cradle