Ho Maria Maria, she fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah, played by Carlos Santana.
Stop the looting, stop the shooting, pick pocking on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer, the poor is getting poorer.
Se mira Maria on the corner, thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter, somebody just said see you later.
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, ahora vengo mama chola.
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, ahora vengo mama chola.
I said a la favella los colores the streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire, mi canto la esperanza.
Se mira Maria on the corner thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky hoping of days of paradise.
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, ahora vengo mama chola.
Maria you know you're my lover when the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather and even when we're apart it feels like we're together...
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah, played by Carlos Santana.
Stop the looting, stop the shooting, pick pocking on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer, the poor is getting poorer.
Se mira Maria on the corner, thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter, somebody just said see you later.
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, ahora vengo mama chola.
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, ahora vengo mama chola.
I said a la favella los colores the streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire, mi canto la esperanza.
Se mira Maria on the corner thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky hoping of days of paradise.
Ahora vengo mama chola mama chola, ahora vengo mama chola.
Maria you know you're my lover when the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather and even when we're apart it feels like we're together...
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