A fool who does not understand
A legend tells
That a gypsy female
Conjured the moon
Until dawn
Crying pedia
When the dawn arrives day
Marry a cale
You will have your man
Brown skin
From the sky
I speak the full moon
But in return I want
The first son You can't find the desire
To make you a woman
Tell me a silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a fur child
A-ha-ha, a- ha-ha
Son of the moon
From a cinnamon father
A child was born
White as the back
From an ermine
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino moon child
Damn his image
This son belongs to a clown
And I don't like him
And I don't I fell for it
Gypsy believing himself dishonored
He went to his wife
Knife in hand
Whose son is he?
You have definitely deceived me
And He wounded her to death
Then he went to the mountain
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him
Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find love
May I make you a woman
Tell me a silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a fur child
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
Son of the moon
And in the nights
Let there be a full moon
It will be because the child
He is happy
And if the child cries
The moon
To make him a cradle
And if the child cries
The moon will wane to
Make him a cradle