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