Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hijo de la Luna, artist - Raphael. Album song 50 Años Después, Raphael En Directo Y Al Completo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.11.2009
Record label: The Boy On Stage, Universal Music Spain S.L.U
Song language: Spanish
Hijo de la Luna(original) |
Tonto el que no entienda |
Cuenta una leyenda |
Que una hembra gitana |
Conjuro a la luna hasta el amanecer, |
Llorando pedia |
Al llegar el dia |
Desposar un 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 haga mujer |
Dime luna de plata |
Que pretendes hacer |
Con un nino de piel |
Hijo de la Luna |
De padre canelo nacio un nino |
Blanco como el lomo de un armino |
Con los ojos grises |
En vez de aceituna |
Nino albino de luna |
'Maldita su estampa |
Este hijo es de un payo |
Y yo no me lo cayo' |
Gitano al creerse deshonrado |
Se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano |
?De quien es el hijo? |
Me has engano fijo, |
Y de muerte la hirio. |
Luego se hizo al monte |
Con el nino en brazos |
Y alli le abandono |
Y en las noches que haya luna llena |
Sera porque el nino esta de buenas |
Y si el nino llora |
Menguara la luna |
Para hacerle una cuna |
Y si el nino llora |
Menguara la luna |
Para hacerle una cuna... |
(translation) |
Fool who does not understand |
The history tells |
that a gypsy female |
I conjure the moon until dawn, |
crying peda |
when the day arrives |
Marry a cale. |
'You will have your man brown skin, |
From the sky I speak the full moon, |
But in return I want |
son first |
that you beget him |
That whoever immolates his son |
To not be alone |
I wasn't going to love him |
Luna wants 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 |
Child of the moon |
From father canelo a boy was born |
White as the back of an ermine |
with gray eyes |
instead of olive |
albino moon boy |
'Damn your stamp |
This son is from a payo |
And I didn't drop it |
Gypsy believing himself dishonored |
He went to his wife, knife in hand |
Whose son is it? |
You have deceived me, |
And he wounded her to death. |
Then she went to the mountain |
With the child in her arms |
And there I leave him |
And on 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 |
to make a crib |
And if the child cries |
the moon will wane |
To make a crib... |