Ave Maria No Morro

There in Rio, a hill of shacks,
Poor little shacks, 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.

Hail Mary, Hail Mary
Even without a chapel,
The simple people pray
Hail Mary

When there's a party, in the hill of shacks,
Poor little shacks celebrate with their ancestral rhythm.
Drums sound, there's joy,
They let loose with the rhythms that resonate
With the traditional dance.

Hail Mary, Hail Mary
Even without a chapel,
The simple people pray
Hail Mary

But they live close to heaven and with piety
And the night with its mantle covers the huts, brings peace.
There one hears, at the end of the day, a prayer Hail Mary.
There one hears, at the end of the day, a prayer Hail Mary.
There one hears, at the end of the day, a prayer Hail Mary.
There one hears, at the end of the day, a prayer Hail Mary.