Figlio Della Luna - Theatres Des Vampires

Per chi non fraintenda

narra la leggenda

di quella gitana

che preg la luna bianca ed alta nel ciel.

Mentre sorrideva

lei la supplicava: «Fa' che torni da me!»

«Tu riavrai quell’uomo, pelle scura,

con il suo perdono, donna impura,

per in cambio voglio

che il tuo primo figlio venga a stare con me.»

Chi suo figlio immola

per non stare sola non degna di un re.

Luna, adesso sei madre,

ma chi fece di te una donna non c'.

Dimmi, luna d’argento,

come lo cullerai se le braccia non hai?

Ah, ah …

Figlio della luna!

Nacque a primavera un bambino

da quel padre scuro come il fumo

con la pelle chiara,

gli occhi di laguna

come un figlio di luna.

«Questo un tradimento!

Lui non mio figlio ed io no, non lo voglio!»

Luna, adesso sei madre,

ma chi fece di te una donna non c'.

Dimmi, luna d’argento,

come lo cullerai se le braccia non hai?

Ah, ah …

Figlio della luna!

Il gitano folle di dolore

colto proprio al centro nell’onore

l’afferr gridando,

la baci piangendo, poi la lama affond.

Corse sopra un monte

col bambino in braccio e l l’abbandon.

Luna, adesso sei madre,

ma chi fece di te una donna non c'.

Dimmi, luna d’argento,

come lo cullerai se le braccia non hai?

Ah, ah… Figlio della luna!

Se la luna piena poi diviene

perch il bambino dorme bene,

ma se sta piangendo

lei se lo trastulla, cala e poi si fa culla, ma se sta piangendo

lei se lo trastulla, cala e poi si fa culla.

For those who do not misunderstand

the legend tells

of that gypsy

who prayed to the white moon high in the sky.

While she smiled

she begged her: "Let him come back to me!"

"You will get that man back, dark skin,

with her forgiveness of him, unclean woman,

for in exchange I want

let your first child come and stay with me. "

Who son of her immolates

not to be alone she not worthy of a king.

Moon, now you are a mother,

but there is no one who made you a woman.

Tell me, silver moon,

How will you rock it if you don't have arms?

Ah, ah ...

Son of the moon!

A baby was born in the spring

from that father as dark as smoke

with fair skin,

the eyes of the lagoon

like a child of the moon.

«This is a betrayal!

He not my son and I don't, I don't want him! "

Moon, now you are a mother,

but there is no one who made you a woman.

Tell me, silver moon,

How will you rock it if you don't have arms?

Ah, ah ...

Son of the moon!

The gypsy mad with pain

caught right in the center in honor

grabbed it screaming,

you kiss her crying, then the blade sank.

He ran onto a mountain

with the child in her arms and abandoned him.

Moon, now you are a mother,

but there is no one who made you a woman.

Tell me, silver moon,

How will you rock it if you don't have arms?

Ah, ah… Son of the moon!

If the moon becomes full then it becomes

because the baby sleeps well,

but if he's crying

she amuses it, goes down and then cradles herself, but if she is crying

she amuses it, goes down and then becomes a cradle.