Maria das Dores

Mary of Sorrows
Where's that rose I gave you?
I even noticed
That you don't even use it anymore
I already know too
That you have another boy
And because of him
Don't think about me anymore

You know very well
That I am considered
I don't care about bad luck
And I'm not one to complain
The biggest defeat
It's not knowing how to lose
I'll find another Maria
To forget you
(Laia, laia)