According to the stories of Father ....
There is a legend ...
About crazy gypsy that the moon prayed before dawn among the mountains .
About love gypsy of a beautiful wedding, the family for a long time ...
This is in my power, Maid in passion , but the moon was responsible for the happiness you have to pay tribute to me, that the child will be the first-born among you ...
This is your sacrifice for love gypsy and dream for me ...
On the moon in the starry sky , ischish even love , you want to become a mother . Tell me narrate , Why , what do you this child ?
AAAA ...
AAAA ...
It's the son of the moon ...
Swarthy Roma, on the night of vague .
Gave birth to a son, a gypsy in a storm .
Baby with eyes , lunar large , small albino ...
With skin the color of snow and wind gusts of happiness carried away ...
On the moon in the starry sky , ischish even love , you want to become a mother . Tell me narrate , Why , what do you this child ?
AAAA ...
AAAA ...
It's the son of the moon ...
He was not the son of a gypsy ! - He exclaimed.
And fatally wounded his wife blade.
Wounded in the heart , and closed the door to life gypsy crazy ...
He took the child in his hands, and bore the flour into the forest under the dark mountain ...
On the moon in the starry sky , ischish even love , you want to become a mother . Tell me narrate , Why , what do you this child ?
AAAA ...
AAAA ...
It's the son of the moon ...
At night the baby cries softly ...
And in the darkness of the moon hides her son ...
In the shadow of the cradle to the birds singing, over his head ...
And when the laughs , the moonlight pours them over the vast land ..
