Maria de Los Remedios
Antonio Molina
Maria of the Remedies
Her eyes are dark
As dark as oblivion
Maria of the remedies
Is taking my senses away
At night when the moon
Combs in the olive grove
The star of my fortune
They see me cry for her
And the air of the marshes
Sobs, with my singing
Maria of the remedies
Of the remedies maria
Remedy this love sickness
That steals my joy
Remedy, remedy maker
Remedy this sorrow of mine
Maria of the remedies
Of the remedies maria
Remedy, remedy maker
Remedy this sorrow of mine
Maria of the remedies
Of the remedies maria
