María Va

Mercedes Sosa & Antonio Tarragó Ros

Torn look, crooked little feet, Maria goes,
stepping on sorrows, the burning sand, Maria goes,
the sun of fire scorches the mountain, Maria goes,
fear of the pombero, palm grove, Maria goes.

The nap wanted to give a child to her loneliness,
of wheat and moon and holding hands, Maria goes,
through the tobacco field, your step, Maria goes,
and drinks the sun that smells like a goblin, Maria goes.

SPOKEN:
Walking the summer of sun and cicada,
to mountain flowers, Maria, your town smelled
a lazy train, panting and panting
a watered street, Maria, your town smelled
of pure innocence of a village child,
a watered street, to mountain flowers, Maria, your town smelled.

Torn look, crooked little feet, Maria goes,
stepping on sorrows, the burning sand, Maria goes,
the sun of fire scorches the mountain, Maria goes,
fear of the pombero, palm grove, Maria goes.

The nap wanted to give a child to her loneliness,
of wheat and moon and holding hands, Maria goes,
through the tobacco field, your step, Maria goes,
and drinks the sun that smells like a goblin, Maria goes.

Maria goes, Maria goes,
Maria goes, Maria goes.