Este solia ser la mejor vista hasta que comenzo a morir.
Ponte debajo de mi para que mi polvo blanco pueda caer sobre ti
Pero no podras cerrar el todo una vez que este abierto.
An ancient legend tells that in a time of great heat the great snow mountain lost its mantle of snow, and with it all its joy. Its streams were drying, its pines were dying, and the mountain was covered with a sad gray rock .
Vuelve luna por favor vuelve.
The Moon wanted to help her friend. Because he had a lot of heart but little brain, he couldn't think of anything but to make a hole in its base and blow softly , so that a part of the magical white powder that gave it shine fell on the mountain in the form of soft snow. .
Mira ahora que no puedes cerra el agujero para que vuelvas a estar vacio.
Nobody could cover that hole. But the Moon did not care. He continued to blow and, after several nights of emptying , he lost all his white powder. Without him it was so empty that it seemed invisible, and the nights became completely dark and sad.
Pronto te traeremos de vuelta buen amigo.
But, since it was impossible to make it snow up, it burned inside until it became a volcano. His fire transformed the snow into a dense white smoke that rose to the moon , filling it a little each night, until it became completely round and bright again.
But when the snow was over, and with it the smoke, the hole was still open on the Moon, forced again to share his magic until completely empty.
And so , each month, the Moon generously distributes itself around the world until it disappears, knowing that in a few days its friends will find a way to replenish it with light.