A lunatic who didn’t understand~ tels the story of a gipsy woman~ who adored the moon each day till sunrise.~ Crying she begged one day~ to the moon that she wanted~ to merry a gipsy one day.~` The full moon in the skye answered:~ “You will have your gipsy”.~ but in exchange I want the first born,~ that you give birth~ He who sacrifice his son~ to be not allone~ will have not much to give to him.~ Moon why do you want to be a mother?~ Can’t you find the love that a woman gives?~ Tell me silvery moon:~ “What will you do with a son of flesh and blood as son of the moon?~ The child got born coloured blank and not as cinnamon coloured like his father~ His back was colourless as a ermine.~ He had greay eyes instead of olive coloured eyes~ Damned he looked in his apperance~ This was not gipsylike~ And I couldn’t figure it out.~ Moon why do you want to be a mother?~ Can’t you find the love that a woman gives?~ Tell me silvery moon:~ “What will you do with a son of flesh and blood as son of the moon?~ Because the gipsy thought had been dishonoured by his wife he went to her with a knife in his hand~ Who’s child is this?~ You have been unfaithfull to me and he wounded her deadly.~ Afterwards he went up the mountain, with the child in his arms and left him there behind.~ Moon why do you want to be a mother?~ Can’t you find the love that a woman gives?~ Tell me silvery moon:~ “What will you do with a son of flesh and blood as son of the moon?~ From then on, when it is full moon the child is sweet and when the child cries, the moon will shrink, to make a cradle.~ And when the child cries, the moon will shrink, to make a cradle,~ Translated from the song Hijo the la luna from the group Macado by Aqua1955~ The song can be found on~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3REPMDSCh4&mode=related&search