Вершы: Kymera. Other. Hijo De La Luna.

(Sarah Brightman)

Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjuro a la luna
Hasta el amanecer.
Llorando pedia
Al llegar el dia
Desposar un cale.

"Tendras a tu hombre,
Piel morena,"
Desde el cielo
Hablo la luna llena.
"Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a el.
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,
Que pretendes hacer
Con un nino de piel.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Hijo de la luna.

De padre canela
Nacio un nino
Blanco como el lomo
De un armino,
Con los ojos grises
En vez de aceituna --
Nino 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 enganado fijo."
Y de muerte la hirio.
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el nino en brazos
Y alli le abandono.

Estribillo

Y en las noches
Que haya luna llena
Sera porque el nino
Este de buenas.
Y si el nino llora
Menguara la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.
Y si el nino llora
Menguara la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.

[English translation:]

Foolish who doesn't understand
Tells a legend
That a gypsy woman
Conjured to the moon until sunrise
Crying she was asking
Coming the day
To marry a gypsy man

You you have your man of dark skin
From heaven spoke the full moon
But in return I want
The first son
That you beget from him
Whoever sacrifices his son
Not to be alone
Would barely love him

[Chorus:]
Moon wants to be mother
And you don't find a lover
Who can make you woman
Tell me silver moon
what do you expect to do
with a kid of skin
Son of the moon

From a cinnamon father a boy was born
White as the back of an ermine
With the eyes grey
Instead of olive
Albino boy of moon
Damn his stamp
This son is from a non-gipsy
And I won't shut up

[Chorus]

Gypsy man believing himself dishonored
Went to his woman knife in hand
Who's son is this?
You've cheated on me permanently
And he hurted her to dead
Then he went to the mount
With the kid in his arms
And he abandoned him there

[Chorus]

And in the nights with full moon
It will be because the kid is in a good mood
Aand if the boy cries
The moon will lessen
To make him a cradle
And if the boy cries
The moon will lessen
To make him a cradle