María Carnaval e Cinzas
RAPHAEL
Maria of Carnival and Ashes
Maria was born in the early morning,
The night was fading, the day was dawning
And her lovely outfit was made of flowers,
Maria was born during carnival.
That's why her name is just Maria,
Like so many other Marias in bloom,
Marias who dance, Marias who sing,
Marias who dream of samba and love.
It wasn't night, it wasn't day,
It was early morning when she came to be,
She arrived with samba, long live Maria!
Maybe luck would smile upon her.
Maybe when she grows up and dances with flair,
Carrying banners in the carnival
And all your dreams, little Maria,
Will one day find their beautiful end.
Maria died in the early morning,
When the parties were dying too,
Her poor outfit was made of ashes,
Barely living a carnival.
That's why her name was just Maria,
Like so many other Marias in bloom,
Marias who suffer, Marias who speak,
Of sorrows and loves, of samba and pain.
It wasn't night, it wasn't day,
Just remnants of fantasy,
Just ashes, poor Maria!
Life would never smile upon her.
She would never again carry banners,
Dancing with flair the triumphant samba
And all her dreams, little Maria,
Died one day during carnival.
Maria died in the early morning,
When the parties were dying too,
Her poor outfit was made of ashes,
Barely living a carnival.
