Hijo de la Luna

"Hijo de la Luna" is an oldie from 1986, by the
group "Mecano". The group splitted in the nineties, its
members follow their careers on their own.

You may like to listen to the lyric version that
the soprano Montserrat Caballé made of this song.

Pola

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Hijo de la Luna

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.)"

Estribillo:
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 ...
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 callo."

(Estribillo ...)

Gitano al creerse
Deshonrado,
Se fue a su mujer,
Cuchillo en mano.
"¿De quien es el hijo?
Me has engañado fijo."
Y de muerte la hirió.
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el niño en brazos
Y allí le abandono.

(Estribillo ...)

Y en 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.

Son of the Moon

Now, do lend me an ear,
For the legend you'll hear
Of a gipsy woman
Who pleaded with the moon
Till the break of dawn.
Weeping, she begged
For a gipsy man
To wed the next day.

"You'll have your man,
Tawny skin,"
From the sky above
The full moon spoke.
"But in return I want
The first child
You bear from him.
(She who'd give her child up
To retain a man
Doesn't deserve it anyway.)"

Chorus:
Moon, you long to be a mother,
But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do
With a child of flesh.
Ah ...
Son of the moon.

From a cinnamon-skinned father
A child boy was born,
White as the back
Of an ermine,
With eyes of grey
Instead of olive ...
Moon albino child.
"Damned be this child!
This is a non-gipsy's offspring
And I will not put up with that."

(Chorus ...)

Believing to be
by her deceived
The gipsy went to his wife,
With a knife in hand.
"Whose son is this?
You unfaithful one!"
And he wounded her mortally.
Then he took to the hills
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned it.

(Chorus ...)

And the nights
The moon is full
It is because the child
Is in a good mood.
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.

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