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Son of the Moon

Don't misunderstand me,
and wait until the ending
of a gypsy legend
telling of a woman who prayed to the moon until dawn.
Crying she was asking,
pleading until sunrise,
if she could marry today.
 
"You will have your husband,
darker skin but
you will have to promise,"
said the moon that,
"the first son you give him,
will be mine at want
and thats the price you shall pay.
If you sacrifice him, not to be alone
then you would barely love him."
 
Moon, you want to be mother.
When you can't find a love
so what shall you do?
Tell me silvery moon,
what will you do
with a small mortal child?
Hijo de la Luna.
 
So a boy was born from,
the dark father,
but his skin was pale as
snow in winter.
His eyes weren't olive
as they had expected,
he was son of the moon.
"This is a betrayal,
he isn't my son,
and you, you've dishonered my name."
 
The gypsy father, thought himself dishonered,
Went to his wife, knife in hand.
"This isn't my son
and you have betrayed me!"
Then he stabbed her to death.
Grabbing the pale child,
he went into the mountain
and abandoned him there.
 
If the moon becomes full
son is sleeping,
but if she is half then
he'll be weeping.
So she'll be his cradle,
lower than diminish,
and embrace him again.
So she'll be his cradle,
lower than diminish,
and embrace him again.
 
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Hijo de la Luna

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