Foolish him who doesn't understand
A legend tells
That a gypsy woman
Conjured the moon until dawn
Crying she asked
At the break of day
To marry a gypsy man

"You will have your man, brown-skinned"
From the sky spoke the full moon
"But in exchange I want
The first child
That you bear him
For he who sacrifices his child
To not be alone
Would hardly love him"

Moon, you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love
That makes 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
Son of the moon

From a cinnamon father a child was born
White as the back of an ermine
With grey eyes instead of olive
Albino child of the moon
"Cursed be his image, this child is from a non-gypsy
And I won't keep quiet"

Moon, you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love that makes 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
Son of the moon

The gypsy, believing himself dishonored
Went to his wife, knife in hand
"Whose is the child? You've definitely deceived me"
And he wounded her unto death
Then he went to the mountain with the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him

Moon, you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love that makes 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
Son of the moon

And on nights when there is a full moon
It will be because the child is in a good mood
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

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