Maria was born on the countryside, along with freedom
Her skin is like the wind, her feet are like the grass
And her eyes like heaven
Her strong hands are like the corral's ground
Her strong hands are like the corral's ground
Like the corral's ground, like the corral's ground
You don't need to have, you don't need to have, Maria says
To have soft hands to be a woman,
To have soft hands to be a woman.
From the counstryside to the city she brings the honey
From the counstryside to the city she brings the honey
Because right here there is no flower, because right here there is no flower
Her strong hands are like the corral's ground
Her strong hands are like the corral's ground
Like the corral's ground, like the corral's ground.