"A fool is he who doesn't understand...
A legend tells....
That a gypsy woman
implored the moon
weeping, she begged till dawn,
to marry a gypsy man........
"You'll have your brown-skin man"
-spoke the full moon from the sky-
"but in retun I want the
the first child
that you have with him".
One who sacrifices her child,
in order not to be alone,
is not going
to love it very much.

Moon you want to be mother,
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh?
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon.

From a cinnamon-skinned father a son
was born:
white like an ermine's belly
with gray eyes
instead of olive,
moon's albino son.
"Dam his appearence!
This is not a gypsy man's son
and you won't get away with this".

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh?
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon.

The qypsy believing himself dishonored
went to his wife, knife in hand
"Whose son is this?
I am sure yu have decieved me!"
and he stabbed her to death.
Then he went to the mountain
with the child in his arms
and abandoned it there.

Moon you want to be mother,
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh?
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

And on nights when the moon is full
it's because the child is happy,
and if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make him a cradle......
And if the child cries
the moon will wane to make him a cradle......

Artist: Mecano
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A white lion cub (I named him Lavan) lying on his mother cradle.
Quick painting for a homework.