Maria Rosa

You see that woman with white hair
Wearing rags, wearing clogs
Asking for pieces of bread at doors?
I met her when she was young, she was a beautiful angel
Your name is Maria Rosa, your surname is Paixão

The rags of your garment are not just a necessity
Each one represents a longing for her
Or a prom dress, or a gift, perhaps
That some of her lovers did to her

One day Maria wanted to put on a costume of times gone by
Add some new lovers to your gallery
This woman who once enchanted so many people
No look now, no smile found

Then from the old dresses that were once her favorite
He had this souvenir cover made
You Marys of today, amen just once
So that later this cover doesn't fit you

You Marias of today, amen just once