Lyrics:

Tonto el que no entienda,
cuenta una leyenda,
que una hembra gitana
conjurs a la luna
hasta el amanecer.
Llorando pedma,
al llegar el dma,
desposar un cali.

Tendras a tu hombre piel morena,
desde el cielo habls la luna llena,
pero a cambio quiero
el hijo primero
que le engendres a il.
Que quien a su hijo inmola
para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer.

CORO:
!Luna! Quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer.
!Dime! luna de plata
qui pretendes hacer
con un niqo de piel.
Hijo de la Luna.

De padre canela nacis un niqo
blanco como el lomo de un armiqo,
con los ojos grises
en vez de aceituna,
niqo albino de luna.
'!Maldita su estampa!
!Este hijo es de un payo
y yo no me lo callo!'

CORO

Gitano al creerse deshonrado
se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano
'?De quiin es el hijo?
!Me has engaqo fijo!'
y de muerte la hiris.
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el niqo en brazos
Y allm le abandons.

CORO

Y en las noches que haya luna llena
sera porque el niqo esti de buenas.
Y si el niqo llora
menguara la luna
para hacerle una cuna.
Y si el niqo llora
menguara la luna
para hacerle una cuna.

English Translation

A fool is he who doesn't understand
a legend tells
that a gypsy woman
implored the moon
weeping, she begged till dawn
to marry a gypsy man
'you'll have your brown-skin man'
spoke the full moon from the sky
'but in return I want the
the first child
that you have with him,'
one who sacrifices her child
in order not to be alone
is not going
to love it very much

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

From a cinnamon-skinned father a son was born
white like an ermine's belly
with gray eyes
instead of olive,
moon's albino son
'Damn his appearance!
This is not a gypsy man's son
and you won't get away with this'

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

the gypsy believing himself dishonored
went to his wife, knife in hand
'Whose son in this?
I am sure you have deceived me!'
and he stabbed her to death
then he went to the mountain
with the child in his arms
and abandoned it there

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

And on nights when the moon is full
it's because the child is happy
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