Con Flores a Maria
Con flores, con flores, con flores a Maria
Maria no es la misma que todos se creían
Maria rompía los lazos y encajes del silencio
La vi que era bravía un día que iba naciendo
Recuerdo que enterraba mil muertes y un infierno
Ahora viste de vida algunos de sus sueños
Maria tiene unos tiempos en unos siglos frescos
Tiene una fe prohibida y otra que ni se acuerda
Ella estira su amor, sudada en sus trajines
Herida en las batallas que la liberarían
Con flores, con flores, con flores a Maria
Maria no es la misma que todos se creían
Maria tiene una historia envuelta en sus cabellos
Para que sus ideas no las mueva ni el viento
Recuerdo que enterraba mil historias y un infierno
Ahora viste de vida algunos de sus sueños
Con flores, con flores, con flores a Maria
Maria no es la misma que todos se creían
With Flowers to Maria
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers to Maria
Maria is not the same as everyone thought
Maria broke the ties and lace of silence
I saw that she was fierce one day as she was being born
I remember she buried a thousand deaths and a hell
Now she dresses some of her dreams with life
Maria has some times in some fresh centuries
She has a forbidden faith and another she doesn't even remember
She stretches her love, sweaty in her labors
Wounded in the battles that would set her free
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers to Maria
Maria is not the same as everyone thought
Maria has a story wrapped in her hair
So that not even the wind moves her ideas
I remember she buried a thousand stories and a hell
Now she dresses some of her dreams with life
With flowers, with flowers, with flowers to Maria
Maria is not the same as everyone thought
Escrita por: Luis Dias El Terror