Hijo de la luna - Mario Frangoulis live at Herodes Atticus

Mario Frangoulis performing "Hijo de la luna" (Spanish: "Moon's Son") live at the ancient theater of Herodes Atticus in Athens, on September 5th, 2014. The unique concert "Sing me an Angel" was in the aid of the Non Profit Organisation "I live for me" which supports people with Cancer and Chronic Diseases. The Internationally acclaimed Greek tenor presented an evening of spiritual songs and songs that touch the soul. These included the premiere presentation of a selection of songs his new international album to be released next year. - Join our Facebook fan group of Mario Frangoulis here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/mario... -- "Hijo de la Luna"is a song written by José María Cano performed originally by the Spanish band Mecano with lead singer Ana Torroja. The lyrics depict a gypsy woman, who prays to the Moon for a husband. The Moon asks for the woman's first born as payment.After the child is born, his parents are dismayed to see that his skin is the whitest white and his eyes are grey, even though they both have dark skin and dark eyes. The lyrics explain that the child is a "lunar Albino." But the man presumes that the baby is not his and furiously stabs his wife to death. He takes the child and runs into the wild, where he abandons it to die of exposure.Later the baby is said to live happily ever after with the Moon as his mother. When the child cries, the Moon wanes to cradle and comfort him.The chorus says that the moon wants to be a mother, yet cannot find a lover who will make her his wife, and questions her as to what she would do with a human child.In turn, the Moon doubts the mother's commitment to the little boy, wondering how much she can love her child if she is eager to trade him for a partner.The song can be construed as a myth that explains the phases of the Moon as a function of the Moon's interaction with her adopted human son. Lyrics: Tonto el que no entienda Cuenta una leyenda Que una hembra gitana Conjuró a la luna Hesta el amanecer Llorando pedia Al llegar el dia Desposar un cale Tendras a tu hombre Piel morena Desde el cielo Hablo la luna llena Pero a cambio quiero El hijo primero Que le engendres a el Que quien su hijo inmola Para no estar sola Poco le iba a querer Luna quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer Dime luna de plata Qué pretendes hacer Con un nino de piel A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha Hijo de la luna De padre canela Nació un nino Blanco como el lomo De un armino Con los ojos grises En vez de aceituna Nino albino de luna Maldita su estampa Este hijo es de un payo Y yo no me lo cayo Y yo no me lo cayo Gitano al creerse deshonrado Se fue a su mujer Cuchillo en mano De quien es el hijo? Me has enganao fijo Y de muerte la hirio Luego se hizo al monte Con el nino en brazos Y alli le abandono Luna quieres ser madre Y no encuentras querer Que te haga mujer Dime luna de plata Qué pretendes hacer Con un nino de piel A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha Hijo de la luna Y en las noches Que haya luna llena Sera porque el nino Este de buenas Y si el nino llora Menguara la luna Para hacerle una cuna A fool is he who doesn’t understand a legend tells that a gypsy woman implored the moon weeping, she begged till dawn to marry a gypsy man “you’ll have your brown-skin man” spoke the full moon from the sky “but in retun I want the the first child that you have with him,” one who sacrifices her child in order not to be alone is not going to love it very much Moon you want to be mother and you can’t find a love who makes you a woman. Tell me, moon of silver what you intend to do with a child of flesh ahhh, ahhh Son of the Moon From a cinnamon-skinned father a son was born white like an ermine’s belly with gray eyes instead of olive, moon’s albino son “Dam his appearence! This is not a gypsy man’s son and you won’t get away with this” Moon you want to be mother and you can’t find a love who makes you a woman. Tell me, moon of silver what you intend to do with a child of flesh ahhh, ahhh Son of the Moon the qypsy believing himself dishonored went to his wife, knife in hand “Whose son in this? I am sure yu have decieved me!” and he stabbed her to death then he went to the mountain with the child in his arms and abandoned it there Moon you want to be mother and you can’t find a love who makes you a woman. Tell me, moon of silver what you intend to do with a child of flesh ahhh, ahhh Son of the Moon And on nights when the moon is full it’s because the child is happy and if the child cries the moon will wane to make him a cradle and if the child cries the moon will wane to make him a cradle