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Jodie Fox - Moonchild (Hijo de la Luna English Cover)

An English-language cover of Mecano's 1986 song Hijo de la Luna. Original song written by José Maria Cano and sung by Ana Torroja. Cover production, mixing, mastering, all instruments and arrangement by Pablo Bellinghausen. English translation by Pablo Bellinghausen. Vocals by Jodie Fox. Find me on... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4Er9R... Bandcamp: https://jodiefox.bandcamp.com/ Instagram:   / jodiefoxmusic   Facebook:   / jodiefoxmusic   Lyrics: Fools will find it boring There's an ancient story A Romani lady Conjured up the moon With prayers that lasted till dawn; Tearfully she begged her For a day when she would marry one of her own. “You will have your husband, swarthy woman,” From the sky the moon declared her omen “Yet as only payment, I will claim the first-born Brought about by his touch She who trades her own son Not to be so lonesome Wouldn't care for him much.” [Chorus] The moon would like children But she cannot find love In the darkness above Tell me now, moon of silver What you’d do with a son Made of flesh and of blood She would like a moonchild She did find a husband as was promised, A dashing Romani, skin like honey But when came a baby It was pale and grey-eyed Snowy, luminous moonchild; At its sight the man cried “The boy’s from a white guy! I won't stand for this lie.” [Chorus] The moon would like children But she cannot find love In the darkness above; Tell me now, moon of silver What you’d do with a son Made of flesh and of blood She would like a moonchild Seemingly betrayed and honour damaged, Mad with thoughts of vengeance and of carnage, He went to his wife And brandishing his knife He plunged it into her heart Then went up a mountain With the newborn babe And left it there in the dark. [Chorus] The moon would like children But she cannot find love In the darkness above; Tell me now, moon of silver What you’d do with a son Made of flesh and of blood She will have her moonchild So now every night when the child’s smiling, The moon will be round and brightly shining And if he starts weeping She’ll become a crescent cradle for him to sleep in.