Llevo trabajando en este video desde hacía un tiempo, se me había borrado entero, tuve que rehacerlo y casi no lo termino, pero aquí está. La canción es del grupo Mecano y los personajes de My Pride (@tribbleofdoom). Cómo sé que muchos no hablan español, pondré a continuación la letra traducida de la canción. —————————————————————— I've been working on this video for a while, it was deleted entirely, I had to redo it and I almost didn't finish it, but here it is. The song is from the group Mecano and the characters of My Pride (‎@tribbleofdoom ). As I know that many do not speak Spanish, I will put below the lyrics of the song. —————————————————————— Fool who does not understand Tell Legend That a gypsy female Conjured the moon until dawn Crying he asked When the day arrives Marry a calé "You will have your man, brown skin" From the sky spoke the full moon "But in return I want The First Son That you beget him That he who immolates his son Not to be alone Little was going to love him." Moon want to be a mother And you can't find a love That make you a woman Tell me, silver moon What do you intend to do with a fur child? Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Son of the Moon From cinnamon father a boy was born White as the back of an ermine With gray eyes instead of olive Albino moon child "Damn his stamp, this son is of a payo And I don't shut it up." Moon want to be a mother And you don't find a love To make you a woman Tell me, silver moon What do you intend to do with a fur child? Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Son of the Moon Gypsy believing himself disgraced He went to his wife, knife in hand "Whose son is it? You have sure deceived me" And to death he wounded her Then he went to the mountain with the child in his arms. And there he forsook him. Moon want to be a mother And you don't find love To make you a woman Tell me, silver moon What do you intend to do with a fur child? Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Son of the Moon And the nights that there is a full moon It will be 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