Almond eyes
Crooked little feet
Maria goes.
Barely touching
the burning sand
Maria goes.
A fire sun burns the forest
Maria goes.
Fear of the Pombero
Palm grove and marsh
Maria goes.
The siesta
wanted to put a child
into her solitude.
Made of wheat and moon
and Maria goes
grabbing its hand.
Through the tobacco plantation
Maria goes.
And she drinks up the sun
that smells of goblins.
Maria goes.
Going through the summer of sun and cicada
Maria, your village smelled of forest flowers.
A lazy train, puffing and puffing
Maria, your village smelled of watered streets.
It smelled of the pure innocence of a village child,
it smelled of watered streets, Maria, your village
smelled of forest flowers.
The siesta
wanted to put a child
into her solitude.
Made of wheat and moon
and Maria goes
grabbing its hand.
Through the tobacco plantation
Maria goes.
And she drinks up the sun
that smells of goblins.
Maria goes...
Maria goes...
Maria goes...