Fray Escoba

A beautiful story we're going to tell
Because it makes us sing with joy

Martin, Martin

There was a little black boy
Who from a young age
Already knew how to pray
And when he saw
Men suffering
He already knew how to cry

Martin, his name was Martin
Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

Cats and mice
On the same plate
He made them eat
And the hatred in men
With his cheerful broom
He managed to sweep away

Martin, his name was Martin
Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

And you, Martin
White as snow
God made you
To the blue sky
Carry men
With that love

Martin, his name was Martin
Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

Tiny black boy