The story was brought by the winds
You can hear it as a song
This is how a woman in love prayed to the moon
A burning in her chest
A young dark girl just begged
Give me a dark man as a husband
You will come to have, the moon already promised,
But she also set a condition
The first child you will have
The moon wanted it as her own
Maybe the moon wanted love, maybe just as a mother, at any price
Love brings him
Make him a woman, make him a woman..
Aaa-aaa-aa little boy of the moon
Skin as white as the back of a fly
Eyes gray as ice
Father's night blacks
Where have you come from?
The father fetched a knife
Slaying his wife to death
The father carried the child to the mountain and left him
His son alone

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