Maria da Cruz [English translation]

Her name was Maria, surnamed da Cruz

And in the village where she lives, smiles, lived in the peace of Jesus

She had a love to whom she had surrendered her heart

At the alter of the simple chapel where she swore passion for him

But one day it came to be known in the village

That the pastor (herder) lied

That this love was extinguished like the light from a candle

Disillusioned in her love, Maria left home and lost,

Fainted in a portal of Mouraria

She suffered the pain of bitterness, lost her bloom and colour

And never returned the happiness, the tenderness, the sweetness of the love for the herder

And today for a cross, Maria that is da Cruz for her destiny

Drags through Mouraria the cross of agony, the cross of Calvary

Still she sings a song almost dead

But a wheeze in the throat, I hear, when she sings

Passing my door

Before long the day in which she finally, succumbs

It will end the agony of dragging through Mouraria

The entire cross of her life.