Текст песни Mecano - французская песня про цыганей

The fool is the one who does not understand
The legend that speaks
Like one gypsy
Conjured the moon at dawn
In tears she asked for the day to come
When will she marry a gypsy

You will get your swarthy groom
The full moon spoke from the sky
But for this I want
The first son you will give birth to from him
One who sacrifices a son
Not to be lonely - loves him little

Luna wanna be a mother
But not having met love
What makes you a woman, silver moon
What are you going to do with the baby?
Son of the moon

And from a cinnamon-colored father a child was born
White as the back of an ermine
With eyes as gray as olives
The son of the moon is albino
With such a cursed look, he rather
Country child than my offspring

Gypsy believing himself to be deceived
Came to his wife with a dagger in his hand
Who is the child from? You deceived me
And mortally wounded her
Headed for the mountains
With a child in his arms, and there he was left

And at night if the moon is full
So the child is happy
And when a child cries, the moon wanes
To make him a cradle