Al Ver Pasar a María

Yesterday she passed by my door
Dressed in velvet
White skin, black hair
And a withered smile

They said:
She's a bad woman
They lied
She was a beautiful woman

Who one day let go
Seeking her freedom
From the man
Who once wanted to adore her
But in the early morning
He closed the door and left.

They laughed
Seeing María pass by
Passing the night and the day
Singing to forget.

La, la...

The bells are tolling
The kids run and shout
Someone died this morning
They're painting the chapel.

They said:
She was a bad woman
They lied
She was a beautiful woman

Who today wanted to leave
Leaving her loneliness
Asleep
In an empty house
Today María has left,
Tomorrow she won't sing.

La, la...