Roberto Carlos — Maria, Carnaval e Cinzas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Maria, Carnaval e Cinzas" by Roberto Carlos.
Lyrics
Nasceu Maria quando a folia
Perdia a noite, ganhava o dia
Foi fantasia seu enxoval
Nasceu Maria no carnaval
E não lhe chamaram assim como tantas
Marias de santas, Marias de flor
Seria Maria, Maria somente
Maria semente de samba e de amor
Não era noite, não era dia
Só madrugada, só fantasia
Só morro e samba, viva Maria
Quem sabe, a sorte lhe sorriria
E um dia viria de porta-estandarte
Sambando com arte, puxando cordões
E em plena folia de certo estaria
Nos olhos e sonhos de mil foliões
Morreu Maria quando a folia
Na quarta-feira também morria
E foi de cinzas seu enxoval
Viveu apenas um carnaval
Que fosse chamada então como tantas
Marias de santas, Marias de flor
Em vez de Maria, Maria somente
Maria semente de samba e de dor
Não era noite, não era dia
Somente restos de fantasia
Somente cinzas, pobre Maria
Jamais a vida lhe sorriria
E nunca viria de porta-estandarte
Sambando com arte, puxando cordões
E não estaria em plena folia
Nos olhos e sonhos de seus foliões
E não estaria em plena folia
Nos olhos e sonhos de seus foliões
Maria, Maria, Maria
Lyrics translation
Mary was born when the revelry
Lost the night, won the day
It was fantasy his trouser press
Maria was born at the carnival
And they didn't call him like so many
Marias de santas, Marias de Flores
It would be Mary, Mary only
Mary seed of samba and love
It wasn't night, it wasn't day
Only dawn, only fantasy
Only morro and samba, viva Maria
Who knows, luck would smile at him
And one day he would come as a standard bearer
Sambando with art, pulling cords
And in full revelry of certain would be
In the eyes and dreams of a thousand revelers
Mary died when the revelry
On Wednesday also died
And it was of ashes his brimstone
Lived only one carnival
That it was called then as so many
Marias de santas, Marias de Flores
Instead of Mary, Mary only
Mary seed of samba and pain
It wasn't night, it wasn't day
Only fantasy remains
Only ashes, poor Mary
Never would life smile at you
And it would never come as a standard bearer
Sambando with art, pulling cords
And I wouldn't be in the middle of a party.
In the eyes and dreams of their revelers
And I wouldn't be in the middle of a party.
In the eyes and dreams of their revelers
Maria, Maria, Maria