HIJO DE LA LUNA

Foolish is the one who doesn't understand
There's a legend told
Of a gypsy woman
Who called on the Moon until dawn
Crying, she begged
When the day came, to marry a dark-skinned man

You'll have your man with the brown skin
From the sky, the full Moon spoke
But in return, I want
The first child you bear him
For whoever sacrifices their child
To avoid being alone, won't love him much

Moon, you want to be a mother
But can't find a love to make you a woman
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do with a child of color?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Son of the Moon

From a cinnamon father, a child was born
White as the back of a stoat
With gray eyes
Instead of olive, an albino child of the Moon
Cursed be his appearance
This child is from a payo, and I won't keep quiet

Moon, you want to be a mother
But can't find a love to make you a woman
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do with a child of color?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Son of the Moon

The gypsy, feeling dishonored
Went to his wife with a knife in hand
Whose child is it?
You've definitely tricked me, and he wounded her fatally
Then he went to the mountains
With the child in his arms and there he abandoned him

Moon, you want to be a mother
But can't find a love to make you a woman
Tell me, silver Moon
What do you plan to do with a child of color?
Son of the Moon

And on nights when there's a full Moon
It'll be because the child is in good spirits
And if the child cries
The Moon will wane to make him a cradle
And if the child cries
The Moon will wane to make him a cradle