Цыганская песня - Сын луны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

According to grandfather’s stories, there is one legend ...

For a crazy gypsy that the moon prayed until dawn in the middle of the mountains

About the gypsy love, about a wonderful wedding, about the family, for a long time ...

“This is in my authorities, Virgo in passion,” the moon answered, “but for happiness you must give me, then the child that will be the first -born

This is your victim for the love of a gypsy and a dream for me "

Oh, the moon in the starry sky, you are looking for in vain love,

If you want to become a mother. Tell me, tell me,

For what, why, do you need a child?

This is the son of the moon ...

Dark gypsy, vague at night,

I gave birth to a gypsy son in a storm -

Baby with lunar eyes, large ... a small albino, with the skin of the color of snow,

And a gust of wind of their happiness took place ...

Oh, the moon in the starry sky, you are looking for in vain love,

If you want to become a mother. Tell me, tell me,

For what, why, do you need a child?

This is the son of the moon ...

"He is not the son of a gypsy!" he exclaimed.

And mortally wounded his wife with a blade.

He wounded right in the heart, and the door closed into the life of a gypsy crazy ...

He took the child in his hands, and carried it to flour - into the forest under the dark mountain ...

Oh, the moon in the starry sky, you are looking for in vain love,

If you want to become a mother. Tell me, tell me,

For what, why, do you need a child?

This is the son of the moon ...

At night the baby cries quietly,

And in the darkness the moon is hiding ...

In the shade of the cradle, so that the birds sang, above his head ...

And when it laughs, their moonlight pours, over a huge earth ..