Текст песни Ирина Дубцова - Сын Луны

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I'll tell everyone this:

There is one legend,
As if a gypsy
At night on the Moon
Dawn was approaching.
Tempted pleadingly
Convince the Gypsy
In the daytime to marry her.

"Will you be to death
His wife, "-
Quietly answered
From heaven is the moon. -
"But in return I will take
The first child,
What will be born in the family.
I see that you are very
You want to get married,
But you do not love children. "

Thou, the golden moon,
Do you want to become a mother,
To be happy to learn,
But think, dear,
How will he suffer
Among the black gypsies:
A-a-a-a, a-a-a-a -
Bright lunar boy.

At the father-gypsy
Son was born:
White ermine
Among the black backs,
With gray eyes,
With a shiny skin -
Son of the Moon is real!
"Devil's offspring!
Where did you get this?
I will not leave it alone! "

Thou, the golden moon,
Do you want to become a mother,
To be happy to learn,
But think, dear,
How will he suffer
Among the black gypsies:
A-a-a-a, a-a-a-a -
Bright lunar boy.

Enraged at his wife
The Gypsy went,
Approached close
He to her with a knife:
"Where did you go?
You cheated on me! "
And stabbed her.
And then the child
In the forest carried a dense
And threw one there.

Thou, the golden moon,
Do you want to become a mother,
To be happy to learn,
But think, dear,
How will he suffer
Among the black gypsies:
A-a-a-a, a-a-a-a -
Bright lunar boy.

If at night the boy
Quietly sleeping,
With a full smile
The moon is looking,
Well, if she cries -
Is made thin
Cradle to the child.
Well, if she cries -
Is made thin
Cradle to the child.