paroles de chanson Maria - Lloyd Brown

From the Americas to London, England
Dwight Brown and Alan Rix on the guitar

Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
We fell in love in Nesta Vé
To the sound of the guitar
Played by the man called Alan

Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick pocketing on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poor is getting poorer
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Somebody just said see you later

Ah pura vida, mama chula, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula

Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
We fell in love in Nesta Vé
To the sound of the guitar
Played by the man called Alan

I said Rockafeller, local looters
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
Me custard esperanza
See me and Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
Then I look up in the sky
Hoping that there's a paradise

Ah pura vida, mama chula, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula, mama chula
Ah pura vida, mama chula

Maria, you know you're my lover
When the wind blows I can feel you through the weather
And even when we're apart
It still feels like we're together

Maria, Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria, Maria
We fell in love in Nesta Vé
To the sound of the guitar
Played by the man that they call Alan