O Conto de Maria (part. Anny Koch e Nanasai)

It was such a dark night
And she was walking home alone
From her job
That she couldn’t stand
Streets and bars, drunks shouting from every lamp post
Hey, pretty thing, come have some cachaça with me!
(Come on, come on, you know you want to)

The poor girl on the roads
Just wanted to be free
From those filthy men harassing her
Until a noble young man arrived
Dressed too sharply to be a foreman
And he said: Shut your mouth, bi’ll take care of this girl
He guarded her like a prince, led her away from there
As they talked back and forth, she began to sense
Something strange would happen if she stayed

And then he changed
He was a fallen youth
Suddenly he pulled a knife
She clutched her purse
Will she get away?

Through streets, alleys, and catwalks
As she fled, he shouted
Look at the hour, police in this zone don’t care
Where will the poor girl go
And who will she call on?

Oh, my God in heaven
Shut up, you bitch
If I wanted your money, I’d take it from my inheritance
What I want is adrenaline for the thrills I crave
Slut, you dog, you won’t escape me

Oh, my God in heaven
She prayed her prayers
And in the midst of them he stumbled
The problem in the stumble
It didn't matter her luck
Because that alleyway
Was about to close in on them

And Maria wept and screamed
But the crazed young man laughed as he rose
And slowly down the narrow path
Walking face to face
Breathless, he pressed close

And Maria cried and begged
But it seemed even God would not hear her pleas
And in the end her prayers meant nothing
Because that alley at that moment
Truly did close in

In my mind, it’s like a movie where you’re the star
Whether psycho’s soundtrack or Beethoven, I’ll love you hard
And in every dream I’ll take you out to dance
But when love is this intense, you need a chance to rest

Oh, my love, do not despair, my care will heal you
My blade may wound you, but it wounds to cure
Now be still, my dear, so we can dance
Among the rush of stars, your voice will hush

And then he changed
He was a fallen youth
Suddenly he pulled a knife
She clutched her purse
Will she get away?

Through streets, alleys, and catwalks
As she fled, he shouted
Look at the hour, police in this zone don’t care
Where will the poor girl go
And who will she call on?

Oh, my God in heaven
Shut up, you bitch!
If I wanted your money, I’d take it from my inheritance
What I want is adrenaline for the thrills I crave
Slut, you dog, you won’t escape me

Oh, my God in heaven
She prayed her prayers
And in the midst of them he stumbled
But the stumble
It didn't matter her luck
Because that alleyway
Was about to close in on them

And Maria wept and screamed
But the crazed young man laughed as he rose
And slowly down the narrow path
Walking face to face
Breathless, he pressed close

And Maria cried and begged
But it seemed even God would not hear her pleas
And in the end her prayers meant nothing
Because that alley at that moment
Truly did close in on them