Son of the moon Foolish who doesnt understand Tells a legend That a gypsy woman Conjured to the moon until sunrise Crying she was asking Coming the day To marry a gypsy man You you have your man of dark skin From heaven spoke the full moon But in return I want The first son That you beget from him Whoever sacrifices his son Not to be alone Would barely love him Moon wants to be mother And you dont find a lover Who can make you woman Tell me silver moon what do you expect to do with a kid of skin Son of the moon From a cinnamon father a boy was born White as the back of an ermine With the eyes grey Instead of olive Albino boy of moon Damn his stamp This son is from a non-gipsy And I wont shut up Gypsy man believing himself dishonred Went to his woman knife in hand Whos son is this? Youve cheated on me permanently And he hurted her to dead Then he went to the mount With the kid in his arms And he abandoned him there And in the nights with full moon It will be because the kid is in a good mood Aand if the boy cries The moon will lessen To make him a cradle And if the boy cries The moon will lessen To make him a cradle
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 23:22:52 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015