At night when I wake up in my desert of glory
I often think of the diva in me
The one we loved and hated
The woman whose voice resonates forever
All the bravos of the world
Could not help
Maria the Magnificent
Who let himself die
I admit that some nights when the crowd applauds
It's to her that I think about who I say why
We must have climbed the summits of silence
To feel the pain of his despair
And for singing to the end of my soul
I recognized myself through this woman
All the bravos of the world
Could not help
Maria the Magnificent
Who did not know how to suffer
I admit that some nights when I'm on the stage
I would like my voice to be confused with his
All the bravos of the world
Could not appease
Maria the Magnificent
The diva flayed
When I flee the lights at night when everything goes away
Arises in the desert the shadow of the Callas
Only among all we can make this a better place :)