LYRICS GAME

Foolish the one who doesn't understand

Tells a legend

That a gypsy woman

Conjured the moon until dawn

Crying she asked

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

To not be alone

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

Tell me, silver moon

What do you intend to do?

With a child of skin?

Son of the moon

From a dark-skinned father, a child was born

White like a ermine's back

With gray eyes, instead of olive

Albino child of the moon

Damned your appearance

This child is of a non-gypsy

And I won't keep quiet

Moon, you want to be a mother

And you don't find love that makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

What do you intend to do?

With a child of skin?

Son of the moon

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

Tell me, silver moon

What do you intend to do?

With a child of skin?

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