The gate
que una hembra gitana conjuro a la luna hasta el amanecer
llorando pedia al llegar el dia desposar un calé
tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el cielo habló la luna llena
pero a cambio quiero el hijo primero
que la engendres a él que quien su hijo inmola
para no esta sola poco le iba a querer
Coro: luna quieres ser madre y no encuentras
querer que te haga mujer dime luna de
plata qué pretendes hacer con un niño de
piel ha ha ha.. ha ha haaaa hijo de la lu
Whenever A Child Dies
The message hits them very deeply
Left them alone with their loss
They wanted to see to believe
But this is what they got told:
"Don’t go now and look at her
cause we hardly dared to look!
Tomorrow, you can go and see
She will look as if she’s sleepin"
Whenever a child dies
We will mourn the loss
Left alone, a world of stone
With no more love inside
How could god be so greedy
To take away what we all love
And leave us with grief and sorrow
To mourn the loss of our little dove
She drew pictures of her friend
She drew pictures of all evil
Disguised as a fairytale
So no one ever noticed it
All they had was just a hunch
That something was not right
In their struggle against evil
To win salvation for the girl