Hijo de la Luna [English translation]

Silly is the one who doesn't understand

What a legend tells us

That a gypsy woman

Swore upon the moon until the sun rose

Crying she asked her

That when the day would arrive

She could marry a gypsy man

You're gonna have a man, brown skin

Spoke the moon from the sky

But in change I want

The first child

That you'll have from him

As whoever sacrifices her child

In order to not being alone

Will love him very little

Moon, you want to be a mother

But you don't find your liking

In what makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

What do you pretend to do

With a child of skin

Son of the moon

Of a cinnamon father a child was born

As white as the lumbar of an ermine

With grey eyes

Instead of olive brown

Albino child of the moon

Forsaken his face

This is a white skin's child

And I ain't gonna care for him

Moon, you want to be a mother

But you don't find your liking

In what makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

What do you pretend to do

With a child of skin

Son of the moon

The gypsy man believed to be dishonored

So he came to his wife with the knife in his hand

Whose child is this?

You betrayed me, he assumed

And he wounded her to death

Then he went on the mountain

With the child in his arms

And there he left him alone

Moon, you want to be a mother

But you don't find your liking

In what makes you a woman

Tell me, silver moon

What do you pretend to do

With a child of skin

Son of the moon

And in the nights of full moon

It's because the child is well

And when the child is crying

The moon will diminish

In order to make him a cradle

And when the child is crying

The moon will diminish

In order to make him a cradle