For those who do not misunderstand
tells the legend
of that gypsy
who prayed to the moon
white and high in the sky
while she smiled
she begged her
/> «let him come back to me»
«you will get that man back
dark skin
with his forgiveness
impure woman
but in exchange I want
may your first son
come and stay with me»
whoever sacrifices her son
so as not to be alone
is not worthy of a king
Luna you are a mother now
but there is no one who made you
a woman
tell me silver moon
how will you cradle him
if you don't have arms
son of moon
A child was born in spring
from that dark father
like smoke
with light skin
lagoon eyes
like a son of the moon
"this is a betrayal
he is not my son
and I don't, I don't want him"
Luna you are a mother now
but who did you
there is no woman
tell me silver moon
how will you cradle him
if you don't have arms
child of the moon
The crazy gypsy
of pain
caught right in the center
of honor
he grabbed her screaming
kissed her crying
then the blade sank
he ran over to the mountain
with the child in her arms
and there she abandoned him
Luna you are a mother now
but who made you
a woman is not there
tell me silver moon
how will you cradle him
if you don't have arms
child of the moon
If the full moon
then it becomes
it's because the child< br/>he sleeps well
but if he is crying
she plays with him
he lowers himself and then makes himself a cradle
but if he is crying
she plays with him
>it drops and then becomes a cradle