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Hijo De La Luna
Tonto el que no entienda
cuenta una leyenda,
que una hembra gitana
conjuro a la luna hasta el amanecer.
Llorando pedia
al llegar el dia
desposar un cale.

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

-Luna, quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer.
Dime, luna de plata,
que pretendes hacer
con un nino de piel.
Ah, ah, hijo de la luna!

De padre canela nacio un nino
blanco como el lomo de un armino,
con los ojos grises
en vez de aceituna
nino albino de luna.
-Maldita su estampa!
Este hijo es de un payo,
y yo no me lo cayo!

-Luna, quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer.
Dime, luna de plata,
que pretendes hacer
con un nino de piel.
Ah, ah, hijo de la luna!

Gitano, al creerse deshonrado,
se fue a su mujer, cuchillo en mano:
-De quien es el hijo?
Me has enganado fijo!
...y de muerte la hirio.
Luego se hizo al monte
con el nino en brazos
y alli le abandono.

-Luna, quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer.
Dime, luna de plata,
que pretendes hacer
con un nino de piel.
Ah, ah, hijo de la luna!

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

Hijo de la Luna.


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英语翻译
Son Of the Moon Foolish is who doesn't understand
so the story goes
that a gypsy woman
conjured the moon until dawn
Wheaping she kept begging
until the daybreak
to marry a gypsy man You will have your man, dark skinned
from the sky spoke the full moon
but in return I want
the first son
that you will give him
as whoever gives up her son
so that she won't be alone
little would love him anyway Moon, you want to be a mother
and you don't find love
that can make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you pretend doing?
with a little child made of flesh
as a son of the moon! From a father of cinnamon skin a child was born
white like the back of an ermine
with the eyes grey
instead of olive-green
a moon-white child
Damn his stamp!
This son is from a non-gypsy man
and I shall not accept it! Moon, you want to be a mother
and you don't find love
that can make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you pretend doing?
with a little child made of flesh
as a son of the moon! The gypsy man, feeling disgraced
went to his wife, with a knife in his hand
Whose is the child?
You have betrayed me I can see
and he fatally wounded her
Then he went to the mountain
holding the child in his arms
and abandoned it there Moon, you want to be a mother
and you don't find love
that can make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you pretend doing?
with a little child made of flesh
as a son of the moon! And the nights of full moon
will be for that the child is calm
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
Son of the Moon