Ave Maria No Morro
Scorpions
Ave Maria on the Hill
There is a river from the mountain, precious and tiny
It's the hill of the black people, the mansion
It's so humble, so unfortunate and so simple
Not even a chapel is used for praying
But if you live close to heaven, it will change
And the night with its cloak
Covers the roses that go to the sea
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Even without a chapel
Simple people pray
Ave Maria
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Even without a chapel
Simple people pray
Ave Maria
