Текст и перевод песни Francis Lalanne - La Hija de la Luna (Live)

La Hija de la Luna (Live)

Tonto no que la entienda
Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjuro a la luna
Hasta el amanecer
Llorando pedia
Al llegar del dia
Desposar une cale
Tendras a tu hombre piel morena
Desde el cielo hablo la luna llena
Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a el
Que quien su hijo inmola
Para no estar sola
Poco le iba a querer
Luna quiere ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haja mujer
Dime luna de plata
Que prentendes hacer
Con un nino de piel
De padre canela nacio un nino
Blanco come el hormo de un armino
Con los ojos grises
En vez de aceituna
Nino albino de luna
Maldita su estampa
Este hijo es un payo
Y yo no me lo cayo
Luna quiere ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haja mujer
Dime luna de plata
Que prentendes hacer
Con un nino de piel
Gitano al creerse deshonrado
Se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano? de quien es el hijo?
Me has enganao fijo
Y de muerte la hirio
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el nino en brazos
Y alli le abandono
Luna quiere ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haja mujer
Dime luna de plata
Que prentendes hacer
Con un nino de piel
Y las noches que haya luna llena
Sera porque el nino este de buenas
Y si el nino llora
Menguara la luna
Para hacerle una cuna
Menguara la luna
Para hacerle une cuna

The Daughter of the Moon (Live)

Darling who understands her
A legend tells
That a gypsy woman
Conjured the moon
Until the break of day
Crying she begged
As the day came
To marry a gypsy
You will have your man with tanned skin
The full moon spoke from heaven
But in return I want
The first son
That you bear to him
That he who sacrifices his son
In order not to be alone
Would hardly love him
The moon wants to be a mother
And can't find a love
Who will make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child with fair skin?
From a father with tanned skin was born a child
White as the fur of an ermine
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino moon child
His mark is cursed
This child is a gypsy
And I can't hide it
The moon wants to be a mother
And can't find a love
Who will make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child with fair skin?
The gypsy, thinking himself dishonored
Went to his wife with a knife in his hand, "Whose son is this?"
You betrayed me for sure
And he wounded her to death
Then he took to the hills
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him
The moon wants to be a mother
And can't find a love
Who will make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child with fair skin?
And the nights when there is a full moon
It will be because the child is in a good mood
And if the child cries
The moon will wane
In order to make him a cradle
The moon will wane
In order to make him a cradle