Hija De La Luna

Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
There's a legend that goes
A gypsy woman
Called on the Moon
Until the break of dawn
Crying, she begged
When the day arrived
To marry a gypsy man

You'll have your
Dark-skinned man
From the sky
Spoke the full Moon
But in return, I want
The daughter first
That you bear for him
For whoever sacrifices her daughter
To not be alone
Will love her little

Moon, do you want to be a mother
And can't find a love
To make you a woman?
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do
With a little girl of skin
Daughter of the Moon?

From a cinnamon father, a girl was born
White as the back
Of a weasel
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino girl of the Moon
Cursed be her image
This daughter is of a payo
And I won't keep quiet about it

Moon, do you want to be a mother
And can't find a love
To make you a woman?
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do
With a little girl of skin
Daughter of the Moon?

The gypsy, feeling
Dishonored
Went to his wife
With a knife in hand
Whose daughter is this?
You've definitely deceived me
And he fatally wounded her
Then he went to the mountains
With the girl in his arms
And there he abandoned her

Moon, do you want to be a mother
And can't find a love
To make you a woman?
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do
With a little girl of skin
Daughter of the Moon?

And on nights
When there's a full Moon
It'll be because the girl
Is in good spirits
And if the girl cries
The Moon will wane
To make her a cradle
And if the girl cries
The Moon will wane
To make her a cradle