On a cold winter day, a young poor girl
Was looking for water around the hill
So cold lips, so wounded feet
So tired face, and cryin' eyes
The moon was watching her from the sky
Felt sorry for that miserable life
Ordered the bush just near the girl
To be a horse and bring that little girl
So long way laid on the sky
Towards the moon she flew so high
He fell in love with her face
The life he'd ever wished to embrace
And the shape of the moon started to change
The legend of the moon..
The story will go forever..
The brightest star also likes her face
They fight in the month, all through the days
The star beats the moon just in three days
So the moon scares and hides away
