Maria, Maria,

You hold on the keys.

Maria, Maria,

I’m begging you, please.

You hold on so tightly, the keys to my heart,

I’m longing to know you, but where do I start?

Maria, Maria,

Your beauty so sweet.

Maria, Maria,

I’m trapped on the street.

The press of a button, save me from the cold,

Your sweet voice of longing, to have and to hold.

Maria, Maria,

You tell me your story.

Maria, Maria,

You make me feel sorry.

Your people have suffered such hardships it’s true,

Maria, Maria, I’m glad I met you.

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