Con Flores a Maria

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers to Maria
Maria is not the same as everyone thought

Maria broke the ties and lace of silence
I saw that she was fierce one day as she was being born
I remember she buried a thousand deaths and a hell
Now she dresses some of her dreams with life

Maria has some times in some fresh centuries
She has a forbidden faith and another she doesn't even remember
She stretches her love, sweaty in her labors
Wounded in the battles that would set her free

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers to Maria
Maria is not the same as everyone thought

Maria has a story wrapped in her hair
So that not even the wind moves her ideas
I remember she buried a thousand stories and a hell
Now she dresses some of her dreams with life

With flowers, with flowers, with flowers to Maria
Maria is not the same as everyone thought