Today is one of those days where time goes back so much, that you can't even imagine the year in which the song he plays was released, and I just happened to this song that I'm going to present to you today, this song that he shares with you is called "Son of the Moon" launched in 1986, imagine, I had not been born at that time. This is one of the great successes of the Spanish group "Mecano" made up of "Ana Torroja" and the brothers "Nacho and José María Cano", the latter I name, is the composer of this song, where he narrates the story of a gypsy who she fell in love with a gypsy of the Calé ethnic group, who could not be harmed or married by the laws of each of their gypsy villages. The gypsy conjured the moon to ask the gypsy to marry her, and the moon, in its full moon phase, offers her a deal, fulfilling her request in exchange for giving her her first child. When the moon fulfills the gypsy's dream, (marrying the gypsy) from the fruit of their love, the child is born with totally different features from his parents, the surprised gypsy does not accept the child, so he imagines that his wife was unfaithful to him, the gypsy kills his wife and then abandons the child, without a doubt, quite an interesting story that is told in this song. I hope you enjoy it.
"Hijo de Luna"
José María Cano Andrés
Mecano
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"
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer
Dime, luna de plata
¿Qué pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
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 cayo"
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
Dime, luna de plata
¿Qué pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hijo de la luna
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
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
Dime, luna de plata
¿Qué pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hijo de la luna
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
Fool who does not understand
The history tells
that a gypsy female
conjured the moon
until sunrise
crying asked
when the day arrives
marry a calé
"You'll have your man,
brown skin"
From the sky he spoke
full moon
"But in return I want
son first
you beget him
That who his son immolates
To not be alone
I wasn't going to love him very much"
Luna, do you want to be a mother?
And you don't find love
make you a woman
tell me silver moon
what do you intend to do
with a fur child?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Child of the moon
Cinnamon father
a boy was born
white as the loin
of an ermine
with gray eyes
instead of olive
albino moon child
"Damn your stamp,
this son is from a payo
And I didn't drop it"
Luna, do you want to be a mother?
And you don't find love
make you a woman
tell me silver moon
what do you intend to do
with a fur child?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Child of the moon
Gypsy believing himself dishonored
He went to his wife
knife in hand
"Whose son is it?
You have deceived me 'fixed'
And he wounded her to death
Then he went to the mountain
with the child in her arms
And there he left him
Luna, do you want to be a mother?
And you don't find love
make you a woman
tell me silver moon
what do you intend to do
with a fur child?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Child of the moon
And the nights that there are
full moon
Is it because the child
be of good
And if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make a cradle
And if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make a cradle
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