"Hijo de la luna"-Cover de @Joval24.

**Letter**

Fool who does not understand
There is a legend
That a gypsy female
Conjured up the moon until dawn
Crying she asked
When the day came
To marry a calé

You'll have your man brown skin
From the sky spoke the full moon
But in return I want
The son first
That you beget him
That whoever your son immolates
So as not to be alone
Little would I love him

Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love
To make you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin, Ah, ah
Son of the moon

Of a cinnamon father a child was born
White as an ermine's back
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino child of the moon

Cursed is his appearance
This is the son of a payo
And I won't shut up about it

Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love
That makes you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin, Ah, ah
Son of the moon

Gypsy, believing himself to be dishonored
He went to his wife knife in hand
Whose son is he?
You have deceived me for sure
And mortally wounded her
Then he went to the mountain
With the child in his arms
And there she abandoned him

Luna you want to be a mother
And you can't find the love
To make you a woman
Tell me silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin, Ah, ah
Child of the moon

And on nights when the moon is full
It will be because the child is in good spirits
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