What dicile is it, mate,
finish to place you in your place
what a way to get up the first
what justice so last to arrive.
Your serene profile, your long wait
your hope that it will not end
they molded you from stoic wood
that resists the oldest gale.
I greet you on behalf of the new
those who do not have to accuse you for loving
those who love with you become good
because it is good, your original sap.
Those who respect your delicacy,
those who admire your triple condition,
What Mariana, what a worker, what beauty!
A thousand pardons, receive this song.
I kept the beautiful dream for you
of that immense capacity to love
that takes me through boundaries without owners
from your hand letting me guide.
I greet you on behalf of the new
those who do not have to accuse you for loving
those who love with you become good
because it is good, your original sap.
Those who respect your delicacy,
those who admire your triple condition,
What Mariana, what a worker, what beauty!
A thousand pardons, receive this song.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)