1) There is a true story. Mystical and hoary Gipsy girl's so helpless Made a wish so reckless Asked the Moon to be fair She laid bare her plan: Anything for her man; And the Moon heard her prayer. I will give you his love, You'll be his wife, But I want you to pay For your new life; Since your passion's so wild You will give me your child In return for my gift. Only child and no less After Moon went speechless Left the girl all adrift. Chorus: Moon you want to be mother, But you can't love a man; you will not find a man! You are not like the others, Why do you need a child, you are not a woman? Ah, ha, ha, ha/ Ah, ha, ha, ha Baby of the Silver Moon 2) Of the man of brown skin Was born a son, White like fur of ermine The only one, White baby with grey eyes For Gypsies to despise For his father to hate. Woman was beseeching That there was no cheating But it was far too late! Chorus: Moon you want to be mother, But you can't love a man; you will not find a man! You are not like the others, Why do you need a child, you are not a woman? Ah, ha, ha, ha/ Ah, ha, ha, ha Baby of the Silver Moon 3) Gipsy man felt disgraced by his own wife Furious he ran home holding his knife! How could you betray me? Now you must repay me, And he stabbed her to death. Then he took the infant, Climbed up rocky mountain Laid him there and left. Chorus: Moon you want to be mother, But you can't love a man; you will not find a man! You are not like the others, Why do you need a child, you are not a woman? Ah, ha, ha, ha/ Ah, ha, ha, ha Baby of the Silver Moon 4) When the moon is full and it's shining bright It's because her baby is now all right When the baby's crying Moon is pacifying Him; She's a cradle for child. *** tonto el que no entienda cuenta una leyenda que una hembra gitana conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer llorando pedía al llegar el día desposar un calé tendrás a tu hombre piel morena desde el cielo habló la luna llena pero a cambio quiero el hijo primero que le engendres a él 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 que pretendes hacer con un niño de piel hijo de la luna de padre canela nació un niño blanco como el lomo de un armiño con los ojos grises en vez de aceituna niño 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 quién es el hijo? me has engañao fijo y de muerte la hirió luego se hizo al monte con el niño en brazos y allí le abandonó estribillo y las noches que haya luna llena será porque el niño esté de buenas y si el niño llora menguará la luna para hacerle una cuna y si el niño llora menguará la luna para hacerle una cuna.
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