| Bruna, Bruna was born Maria
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| And she's in the crib
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| born by day
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| will have fortune
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| will embroider the mother
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| her white dress
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| And she will enter the party
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| with a long suit
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| And she will be the queen
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| When Mary turns fifteen
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| We'll call you Black Mary
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| Black Maria, who opened your eyes at Carnival
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| Maria will have big eyes
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| mother of pearl teeth
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| brown color
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| Oh how red your lips will be
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| Oh, what cadence your body will have!
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| Let's go to the dance, let's go Maria
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| Black the mother, black the girl
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| black! |
| They will sing for you
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| guitars and violins
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| And the grumbles of the bandoneon
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| We will call you, Black Mary…
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| Black Maria, who opened your eyes at Carnival
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| Bruna, bruna died Maria
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| And she's in the crib
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| She left for the day
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| without seeing the moon
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| They will cover your dream
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| with a white cloth
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| And you will leave the world
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| with a long suit
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| and never ever
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| Black Mary, you will be fifteen
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| We will mourn you, Black Mary
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| Black Mary, you closed your eyes at Carnival
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| Oh how sad was your fate
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| mota angel
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| brown carnation!
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| Oh how dark your bed will be!
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| Oh, how silent your dream will be!
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| You go to heaven, Black Mary
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| The mother cries, the girl sleeps
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| Black… they will cry for you
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| guitars and violins
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| And the anguish of the bandoneon
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| We will mourn you, Black Mary
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| Black Mary, you closed your eyes at Carnival |