Lyrics

^{Fool who does not understand
There is a legend
That a gypsy female
Conjured up the moon until dawn
Crying she begged
When the day came
To betroth a calé
"You'll have your man, brown skin"
From the sky the full moon spoke
"But in return I want
The son first
That you beget him
That whom your son immolates
So as not to be alone
Little would I love him"
Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love
To make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do with a fur child?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Son of the moon
From a cinnamon father a child was born
White as an ermine's back
With eyes gray instead of olive
Albino child of the moon
"Damn his appearance, this son is of a peasant
And I didn't fall for it".
Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the will to make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do with a fur child?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Son of the moon
Gypsy believing himself disgraced
He went to his wife, knife in hand
"Whose son is it? You've fooled me for sure"
And mortally wounded her
Then he went to the mountain with the child in his arms
And there she abandoned him
Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the will to make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do with a child of skin?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Child of the moon
And on nights when the moon is full
It'll be because the child's in good spirits
And if the child cries
The moon will wane to make a cradle for it
And if the child cries
The moon will decrease to make him a cradle.}