Hijo de la luna / Son of the moon (Mecano) Cover by Hely Orsini

_{Son of the moon
Fool who does not understand
There is a legend
That a gypsy female
Conjured up the moon until dawn
Crying she asked
When the day comes
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
Whose son she immolates
In order 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
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...}

_{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 into the bush with the child in his arms
And there she abandoned him}

_{Moon you want to be a mother...}

_{And on nights when the moon is full
It'll be because the child's in good spirits
And if the child cries
Shall the moon be waning to make a cradle for it
And if the child cries
The moon will be waning to make a cradle for it}