Lenda da Fonte

Maria from the hill, born and raised
At the crossroads in front of the sacred spring
The legend is old, but some still tell
That a girl would come down the hill
To drink from the spring

And at the hour marked by her, night or day
Chico da Nora at the crossroads waited for Maria
They would then go, both together, along the road
Quenching desires, thirst with kisses
At the sacred spring

But one certain day, as expected
At the crossroads, Maria did not come at the appointed hour
Her divine eyes forever closed
The village prayed, the bells rang
And the spring dried up

And at the hour marked by her, night or day
Chico da Nora at the crossroads waited for Maria
But oh holy God, the skies darkened, the beauty faded
And it is said on the hill, that the old spring
Dried up from longing