Foolish the one who doesn't understand
Conjured the moon until dawn
Upon the arrival of the day to marry a calé
You will have your man, dark-skinned
From the sky spoke the full moon
But in exchange, I want the first son
That you give birth with him
That whoever sacrifices their child
I was going to love him little
Moon, you want to be a mother
And you don't find love that makes you a woman
What do you intend to do?
From a dark-skinned father, a child was born
White like a ermine's back
With gray eyes, instead of olive
This child is of a non-gypsy
Moon, you want to be a mother
And you don't find love that makes you a woman
What do you intend to do?
Gypsy, believing himself dishonored
He went to his woman, knife in hand
Whose son is this? You have deceived me for sure
And, to death, he wounded her
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 don't find love that makes you a woman
What do you intend to do?
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
And, if the child cries, the moon will wane