Ave Maria No Morro

There is a river, a hill of tiny huts
It's the hill, the mansion of the blacks
It's so humble, so unfortunate and so simple
Not even a chapel provides shelter for prayer.

But life is lived close to heaven and with piety
And the night with its cloak covers the huts, brings peace.

There one hears, at the end of the day, an Ave Maria prayer
There one hears, at the end of the day, a prayer
Ave Maria
Ave Maria.

Even without a chapel,
The simple people pray
Ave Maria.

There one hears, at the end of the day, an Ave Maria prayer
There one hears, at the end of the day, a prayer
Ave Maria
Ave Maria.

Even without a chapel,
The simple people pray
Ave Maria.