Текст и перевод песни Mercedes Sosa con Antonio Tarragó Ros - María Va - Live At The Opera Theatre, Buenos Aires / 1982

María Va - Live At The Opera Theatre, Buenos Aires / 1982

Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas, María va,
Pisando penas, la arena ardiente, María va,
Calcina el monte un sol de fuego, María va,
Temor pombero, palmar estero, María va.
Quiso la siesta ponerle un niño a su soledad,
De trigo y luna y de su mano María va,
Por el tabacal, tu paso, María va,
Y se bebe el sol que huele a duende, María va.
Andando el verano de sol y chicharra,
A flores del monte, María, olía tu pueblo
Un tren perezoso, resuello y resuello
A calle regada, María, olía tu pueblo
A pura inocencia de niño pueblero,
A calle regada, a flores del monte, María, olía tu pueblo.
Mirar rasgado, patitas chuecas, María va,
Pisando penas, la arena ardiente, María va,
Calcina el monte un sol de fuego, María va,
Temor pombero, palmar estero, María va.
Quiso la siesta ponerle un niño a su soledad,
De trigo y luna y de su mano María va,
Por el tabacal, tu paso, María va,
Y se bebe el sol que huele a duende, María va.
María va, María va,
María va, María va

Maria Va - Live At The Opera Theatre, Buenos Aires / 1982

Slanted look, crooked little feet, Maria goes,
Stepping on sorrows, the burning sand, Maria goes,
A sun of fire burns the mountain, Maria goes,
Fear of the pombero, palm grove estuary, Maria goes.
The siesta wanted to give her a child for her loneliness,
Of wheat and moon and by her hand Maria goes,
Through the tobacco field, your step, Maria goes,
And she drinks the sunshine that smells of goblins, Maria goes.
Walking through the summer of sun and cicadas,
To flowers of the mountain, Maria, your town smelled
A lazy train, panting and panting
To watered streets, Maria, your town smelled
To the pure innocence of a country boy,
To watered streets, to flowers of the mountain, Maria, your town smelled.
Slanted look, crooked little feet, Maria goes,
Stepping on sorrows, the burning sand, Maria goes,
A sun of fire burns the mountain, Maria goes,
Fear of the pombero, palm grove estuary, Maria goes.
The siesta wanted to give her a child for her loneliness,
Of wheat and moon and by her hand Maria goes,
Through the tobacco field, your step, Maria goes,
And she drinks the sunshine that smells of goblins, Maria goes.
Maria goes, Maria goes,
Maria goes, Maria goes