Cuenta una leyenda Que una hembra gitana Conjurу a la luna Hasta el amanecer. Llorando pedнa Al llegar el dнa Desposar un calй.
"Tendrбs a tu hombre, Piel morena," Desde el cielo Hablу la luna llena. "Pero a cambio quiero El hijo primero Que le engendres a йl. Que quien su hijo inmola Para no estar sola Poco le iba a querer."
Estribillo: Luna quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer. Dime, luna de plata, Quй pretendes hacer Con un ni?o de piel. A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Hijo de la luna.
De padre canela Naciу un ni?o Blanco como el lomo De un armi?o, Con los ojos grises En vez de aceituna -- Ni?o albino de luna. "?Maldita su estampa! Este hijo es de un payo Y yo no me lo callo."
Estribillo
Gitano al creerse deshonrado, Se fue a su mujer, Cuchillo en mano. "?De quien es el hijo? Me has enga?ado fijo." Y de muerte la hiriу. Luego se hizo al monte Con el ni?o en brazos Y allн le abandono.
Estribillo
Y en las noches Que haya luna llena Serб porque el ni?o Estй de buenas. Y si el ni?o llora Menguarб la luna Para hacerle una cuna. Y si el ni?o llora Menguarб la luna Para hacerle una cuna.
Translation:
Son of the moon Foolish is he who doesn't understand.
A legend tells of a gipsy woman Who pleaded with the moon until dawn. Weeping, she begged for a gipsy man To marry the following day.
"You'll have your man, tawny skin," Said the full moon from the sky. "But in return I want the first child That you have with him. Because she who sacrifices her child So that she is not alone, Isn't likely to love him very much."
Chorus: Moon, you want to be mother, But you cannot find a love Who makes you a woman. Tell me, silver moon, What you intend to do With a child of flesh. A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Son of the moon.
From a cinnamon-skinned father A son was born, White as the back of an ermine, With grey eyes instead of olive -- Moon's albino child. "Damn his appearance! This is not a gipsy man's son And I will not put up with that."
Chorus
Believing to be dishonoured, The gipsy went to his wife, A knife in his hand. "Whose son is this? You've certainly fooled me!" And he wounded her mortally. Then he went to the woodlands With the child in his arms And left it behind there.
Chorus
And the nights the moon is full It is because the child Is in a good mood. And if the child cries, The moon wanes To make him a cradle. And if the child cries, The moon wanes To make him a cradle.
