Santa Maria
Beto Pires
Saint Mary
My monument roads and tracks
My longing this time that goes
This small hill
These hills keep me
And they still keep if one day I return to you
Saint Mary keep me these hills
In their springs there is the sound of prayer
Saint Mary from the mouth of the hill
For you my song, lullaby and song...
Sun in the square president, warm is your heat
Many bands on the balcony and in the ear a blanket
So much different life, so many people come and go
Uncertainty of who enters, but missing those who leave...
Goodbye at the station who has not yet given
Does not understand who goes there who already comes
Sad is to feel the sound of longing when the train whistle goes far
Saint Mary, Maria of grace, sweet girl, smoke Mary
Green so green so full of itself
That makes you want to sing to you
