Sarah Brightman -- Hijo de la luna
Tonto el que no entienda.
Cuenta una leyenda
Que una hembra gitana
Conjurу a la luna
Hasta el amanecer.
Llorando pedнa
Al llegar el dнa
Desposar un calй.
"Tendrбs a tu hombre,
Piel morena,"
Desde el cielo
Hablу la luna llena.
"Pero a cambio quiero
El hijo primero
Que le engendres a йl.
Que quien su hijo inmola
Para no estar sola
Poco le iba a querer."
Estribillo:
Luna quieres ser madre
Y no encuentras querer
Que te haga mujer.
Dime, luna de plata,
Quй pretendes hacer
Con un niсo de piel.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Hijo de la luna.
De padre canela
Naciу un niсo
Blanco como el lomo
De un armiсo,
Con los ojos grises
En vez de aceituna --
Niсo albino de luna.
"║Maldita su estampa!
Este hijo es de un payo
Y yo no me lo callo."
Estribillo
Gitano al creerse deshonrado,
Se fue a su mujer,
Cuchillo en mano.
"©De quien es el hijo?
Me has engaсado fijo."
Y de muerte la hiriу.
Luego se hizo al monte
Con el niсo en brazos
Y allн le abandono.
Estribillo
Y en las noches
Que haya luna llena
Serб porque el niсo
Estй de buenas.
Y si el niсo llora
Menguarб la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.
Y si el niсo llora
Menguarб la luna
Para hacerle una cuna.
Music and lyrics: Josй Maria Cano
From: La Luna (2000)
and from: La Luna: non-European version (2000)
Source of the lyrics: the CD-booklet, with a correction or two for printing
errors in the layout and some additional open lines.
Some notes (not counting the first line as a separate stanza):
- The booklet has a printing error in the last line of the fourth stanza. In
the booklet that line reads "Y yo no me lo cayo", where -- if correct -- the
last word should be "cayу", from "caer" = "to fall down" and such, and that
makes no sense here. Valentin Albillo wrote me that this is an error and that
it should be "Y yo no me lo callo" (pronounced exactly the same in Spanish),
from "callar" = "to be silent, to shut up".
- Another error was that in "engaсado", in the fifth stanza, the "d" was
missing (according to Valentin without the "d" is exactly as any
Spanish-speaking gipsy would pronounce it).
Accents are not printed on any of the letters in the CD-booklet; they have
been added above thanks to the people that helped with the translation -- see
below. And I added quotes and some more punctionation, similar to the
translation. The word "Estribillo" (=Chorus in Spanish) is not printed in the
booklet.
There is a Web page about a CD from the group Mecano, formed by J.M. Cano, his
brother Nacho and Ana Torroja [thanks to Renй Ramos and Saul Pena for info],
that includes this song: Entre el cielo y el suelo (1986). The song can be
found on several web site, e.g.:
http://www.ocea.es/forem./cielo.HTM (this site gives "cayo" instead of
"callo" in the last line of the fourth stanza: the same error as the
CD-booklet, and discussed see above.)
http://bestlyrics.ibelgique.com/bestlyrics/mecano.html
http://guitarra.net/acord359.htm; which also gives the guitar chords.
Valentin Albillo added that the song was later "converted into a full 3-hour
classic-style opera, which features this song (sung by a soprano and with full
orchestration), as well as many bits taken from the music of this song
interspersed here and there on the opera."
The La Luna CD-booklet also gives a translation, which is written in not so very
good English. That is way I have made a translation that sounds better to me,
including punctuation to improve readability. With much help from Lee Amizadai
and Valentin Albillo (thanks also to Renй Ramos) the translation was further
improved. And this is the result:
Son of the moon
Foolish is he who doesn't understand.
A legend tells of a gipsy woman
Who pleaded with the moon until dawn.
Weeping, she begged for a gipsy man
To marry the following day.
"You'll have your man, tawny skin,"
Said the full moon from the sky.
"But in return I want the first child
That you have with him.
Because she who sacrifices her child
So that she is not alone,
Isn't likely to love him very much."
Chorus:
Moon, you want to be mother,
But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do
With a child of flesh.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Son of the moon.
From a cinnamon-skinned father
A son was born,
White as the back of an ermine,
With grey eyes instead of olive --
Moon's albino child.
"Damn his appearance!
This is not a gipsy man's son
And I will not put up with that."
Chorus
Believing to be dishonoured,
The gipsy went to his wife,
A knife in his hand.
"Whose son is this?
You've certainly fooled me!"
And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands
With the child in his arms
And left it behind there.
Chorus
And the nights the moon is full
It is because the child
Is in a good mood.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make him a cradle.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make him a cradle.
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