Son of the moon

Those who do not understand
Tell the legend
Of a gypsy woman
Who asked the moon
White and high up on the sky
While she was smiling
She begged it
«Make [bad word] back to me»
«You'll have that man again
With his dark skin
Along with his regret
Impure woman
But in return I want
Your first son [bad word] and stay with me»
Whoever sacrifices his/her son
To not be alone
Is not worthy of a king
 
Moon, now you're a mother
But you can't
Be a woman
Tell me silver moon
How will you cradle him
If you have no arms
Son of the moon
 
In spring a baby boy
Was born
From that dark father
As the smoke
With his white skin
And the eyes of a lagoon
Like a son of the moon
«This is a betrayal
He is not my son
And I, I don't want him»
 
Moon, now you're a mother
But you can't
Be a woman
Tell me silver moon
How will you cradle him
If you have no arms
Son of the moon
 
The gypsy man mad
Of pain
Caught right in the middle
Feeling dishonored
Grabbed her, screaming
Kissing her while he was crying
Then he sank the blade
He ran over the mountain
With his child in his arms
And he left him there
 
Moon, now you're a mother
But you can't
Be a woman
Tell me silver moon
How will you cradle him
If you have no arms
Son of the moon
 
If the moon
Is full
It's because the child
Sleeps well
But if he's crying
The moon lessen
To make him a cradle
But if he's crying
The moon lessen
To make him a cradle