Ave Maria No Morro
Hay un río del monte, preciosita chiquitita
Es el morro de los negros, la mansión
Es tan humilde, tan desgraciada y tan sencilla
Ni siquiera una capilla se aprovecha para rezar
Pero si vive cerca del cielo y cambiará
Y la noche con su manto
Cubre las rosas que van a mar
Allá se escucha al fin del día
Una plegaria, Ave Maria
Allá se escucha al fin del día
Una plegaria, Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Aunque no tenga capilla
Reza la gente sencilla
Ave Maria
Allá se escucha al fin del día
Una plegaria, Ave Maria
Allá se escucha al fin del día
Una plegaria, Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Aunque no tenga capilla
Reza la gente sencilla
Ave Maria
Ave Maria on the Hill
There is a river from the mountain, precious and tiny
It's the hill of the black people, the mansion
It's so humble, so unfortunate and so simple
Not even a chapel is used for praying
But if you live close to heaven, it will change
And the night with its cloak
Covers the roses that go to the sea
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Even without a chapel
Simple people pray
Ave Maria
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
There at the end of the day is heard
A prayer, Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Even without a chapel
Simple people pray
Ave Maria
Escrita por: Herivelto Martins