Hijo de la luna (cover) - Hive Open Mic 315 (esp/eng)

I hope this Thursday is filled with excellent energy and positivity for everyone. It's week 315 of HIVE OPEN MIC, and I'm here to sing a song by Mecano, "Hijo de la Luna" (Son of the Moon). I chose this song because of this week's theme. The song tells the story of how the moon makes a pact with a young woman who wants love in exchange for her first child. It's an incredible song to listen to.

This activity is organized by @hiveopenmic and this is the post, so you can join.

Only a fool wouldn't understand
A legend tells
That a Gypsy woman
Conjured the moon until dawn
Crying, she begged
When day broke
To marry a Gypsy man

"You will have your man, dark-skinned," the full moon spoke from the sky
"But in return I want
The firstborn son
That you bear him
For she who sacrifices her child
To avoid being alone
Would hardly love him

Moon, you want to be a mother
And you can't find a love
To make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do
With a child of dark skin

Son of the moon

A child was born to a cinnamon-skinned father
White as the back of an ermine
With gray eyes
Instead of olive
Albino child of the moon

Cursed be his image
This child is a non-Gypsy's
And I won't keep quiet about it

Moon, you want to be a mother
And you can't find a love
To make you a woman
Tell me, silver moon
What do you intend to do
With A child of skin

Son of the moon

A Gypsy, feeling dishonored,
went to his wife, knife in hand.
"Whose child is this?"
"You've definitely deceived me."
And he mortally wounded her.

Then he fled to the mountains
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him.

Moon, you long to be a mother
And you find no love
To make you a woman.

Tell me, silver moon,
What do you intend to do
With a child of skin?

Son of the moon

And on nights when there is a full moon
It will be because the child is happy.

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.