Maria
Where are my flowered dresses?
Where are my rag dolls?
Ah, Maria
Maria
Where are my braids full of ribbons?
My princes who’ve all turned into toads
Ah, Maria
Maria
Virgin at ten and still Maria
At fifteen I’m Magdalene
Oh, oh oh, Maria
Who handed this sentence down to me?
Maria
Even if my son were Jesus
I’d say “Boy, you are my cross”
Oh, oh oh, Maria
Who’s going to pardon my sins?
Maria
If someone talks to me about being naïve
They’re confusing the future with the present
Oh, oh Maria
Maria
I’m a girl in the flower of my youth
I look back and I look ahead
Oh, oh, Maria
Maria
When I look at my kid
I see myself in the mirror
Oh, oh oh, Maria
Who handed this sentence down to me?
Maria
Each person is born with a destiny
They took away my innocence before I got old
Oh, oh oh, Maria
Who’ll forgive my sins?
Maria
You shout Jesus before you fall
I had to trip twice for mine to come
Ah Maria
Maria
Don’t anybody throw stones at me
My humanity is already in the cradle
Ah, Maria