My fair Lady,
Maria,
Three tear drops,
Her cerise lips are cold.
Aged one and sixty,
But her soul glowed.

My fair Lady,
Maria,
More tear drops,
With a growing amount of dejection,
Her eyes are shut.

Fair Lady, my Maria
Surging tears,
One last song
One last smile.

Fair Lady,
Oh! Maria
And the pictures are burnt
And the memories are buried.
One little tear drop,
And the love resurrects.
Ohhh! Maria!
© Namaganda