Negra Maria - Raphael

Hay bruna, brunaNacio maria y esta en la cunaNacio de dia sin ver la

lunaGuardara la madre su vestido blancoY se ira a la fiesta con un traje largoY

sera la reina cuando maria cumpla quince aÑosLe llamaremos negra mariaNegra

maria que abriste los ojos en carnaval

Ojos grandes tendra mariaDientes de nacar, color moreno

¡ay!

que rojos seran sus labios

¡ay!

que cadencia tendra su cuerpo

Amara el baile, negra mariaNegra la madre, negra la niÑaCantaran para tiUnas

guitarras y los violinesY los resongos del bandoleonLa llamaremos negra

mariaNegra maria que abriste los ojos en carnaval

Hay bruna, brunaMurio maria y esta en la cunaMurio de dia sin ver la lunaYa no

guardara la madre su vestido blancoNi se ira de fiesta con un traje largoNi

sera la reina cuando cumpla quince aÑosLe lloraremos, negra mariaNegra maria

cerrastes los ojos en carnaval

¡ay!

que triste fue tu destinoAngel de mota, color moreno

¡ay!

que triste sera tu destino

¡ay!

que silencio tendra tu cuerpo

Llora la madre, duerme la niÑaNegra, sangraran para tiLas guitarras y los

violinesY los resongos del bandoleonLe lloraremos negra mariaNegra maria,

cerrastes los ojos en carnaval

There is bruna, bruna Maria was born and she is in the cradle She was born during the day without seeing the

Luna Will keep her mother her white dress And she will go to the party with a long dress And

she will be the queen when maria turns fifteen We will call her black mariaNegra

maria you opened your eyes in carnival

Maria will have big eyes Mother-of-pearl teeth, brown

Oh!

How red will her lips be?

Oh!

what cadence will your body have

Amara the dance, black maria Black the mother, black the girl They will sing for you Unas

guitars and violins and the rumbles of the bandoleon we'll call her black

mariaBlack maria who opened your eyes in carnival

There is bruna, bruna Maria died and she is in the cradle She died during the day without seeing the moon Not anymore

her mother will keep her white dress of hers nor will she go to a party with a long dress nor

She will be the queen when she turns fifteen We will mourn her, black maria Black maria

you closed your eyes at carnival

Oh!

How sad was your fateAngel de Mota, brown color

Oh!

how sad your fate will be

Oh!

how silent your body will be

The mother cries, the black girl sleeps, they will bleed for you The guitars and the

violins and the clamor of the bandoleon we will mourn him black maria black maria,

you closed your eyes at carnival