Ai, Maria

How pretty Maria is, how pretty
What grace Maria has
How she puts the ribbon in her hair
No one knows how to put it like her
So pretty, that ribbon in her hair!

As the night dies, the day has not yet been born
Maria is already at the fountain
Here comes Maria, with a bucket on her head
Oh, Maria! Oh, Maria!

When she goes down, as the morning approaches
A thousand eyes are following her
When she goes up, almost at the end of the evening
Maria hears from a thousand mouths
Poor thing, but she has the demeanor of a queen!