María de La O

For my hands, gold coins,
for my whims, money
and to show off my body
embroidered shawls, dresses from the sea.
The moon that I ask for
the moon that they give me.
Because of that, my man had more troubles
he has a fortune.
I envy your luck!
- some say when they see me shining -,
and they don't know, poor things,
the envy they cause me.
Maria from The O!
What a damn gypsy you are
having it all.
You want to laugh,
and even your eyes are purple
from so much suffering.
Damn money
that for its sake you left the gypsy
who was your love.
God's punishment
God's punishment
is the little cross you carry
Maria from The O.
For him, I was water
for his cold, fire
and for his loving kisses
I left my brown skin in his arms.
Love like ours
there's no other in the world;
damn money that separated me
from his side!
You'll be more than a queen!
- my man told me and I believed him;
my life and my gold
I would give now to be what I was.