Gitano

Mario Frangoulis - Hijo De La Luna

Lyrics - Music: José María Cano

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!

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.

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.

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!

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

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

Son of the Moon