Mecano "Hijo De La Luna" |
"Tonto el que no entienda" - Cuenta una leyenda - "Que una hembra gitana Conjur� a la luna hasta el amanecer: Llorando ped�a Al llegar el d�a Desposar un cal�. "�Tendr�s a tu hombre piel morena!" - Desde el cielo habl� la luna llena. "�Pero a cambio quiero El hijo primero Que le engendres a �l!" Que quien su hijo inmola Para no estar sola Poco le iba a querer. estribillo �Luna! Quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer. �Dime! luna de plata Qu� pretendes hacer Con un ni�o de piel. Hijo de la Luna De padre canela naci� un ni�o Blanco como el lomo de un armi�o, Con los ojos grises En vez de aceituna, Ni�o albino de luna. "�Maldita su estampa! �Este hijo es de un payo Y yo no me lo callo!" estribillo Gitano al creerse deshonrado Se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano "�De qui�n es el hijo? �Me has enga�ao fijo!" y de muerte la hiri�. Luego se hizo al monte Con el ni�o en brazos Y all� le abandon�. estribillo Y en las noches que haya luna llena Ser� porque el ni�o est� de buenas. Y si el ni�o llora Menguar� la luna Para hacerle una cuna. Y si el ni�o llora Menguar� 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 "Dam his appearence! 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 qypsy believing himself dishonored went to his wife, knife in hand "Whose son is this? I am sure you have decieved 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |