Don't look at me don't look
Because I am not your love
I am not like the fig tree
That gives fruit without flower
Oh comrade Maria Benta1
Your boy is better
The evil is not so strong
Which just makes it worse
Oh clear blue eyes
Contrary to my living
What joy do you have love
In seeing me perish
Oh comrade Maria Benta
Your boy is better
The evil is not so strong
Which just makes it worse
I have within my chest
Recently arrived to the heart
Two words that say
To love yes to leave you no
Oh comrade Maria Benta
Your boy is better
The evil is not so strong
Which just makes it worse
The waves of your hair
Are blonde and perfumed
They are networks that hold themselves
The love-stricken souls
Oh comrade Maria Benta
Your boy is better
The evil is not so strong
Which just makes it worse
1. By the way, Bento/a also means blessed in Portuguese