Ave Maria No Morro
Gloria Lasso
Hail Mary in the Hills
A few wooden roofs clinging to the clouds
That's the Morro in Rio de Janeiro
Poor little village
No bank and no chapel, but when you live in the Morro
You feel so much closer to heaven!
A few chickpeas
A flatbread with water, their Sundays are more beautiful
Than those of the rich in their bungalows
May God keep them in their mountain, it's so lovely
Hail Mary, may God keep them in their mountain
That's all they have
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
Hail Mary, listen to the whole mountain
Singing this prayer to the sky
Hail Mary
A few wooden roofs clinging to the clouds
That's the Morro in Rio de Janeiro
Poor little village
Without the white cross of a chapel, but those who die in the Morro
Are already almost in heaven!
An old Padre
Says the Saturday prayers, a barn
Is enough for him since the angels
Are their friends
Their lives are so beautiful
We give you thanks
Hail Mary
And may God grant the same life
To their girls
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
Hail Mary, listen to the whole mountain
Singing this prayer to the sky
Hail Mary
Mary
