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