Who saw her skirt cut through the fog
Knows what the backstreets never tell.
Down the alley where luck surrenders,
"Maria Navalha" held her ground.
She never named a date or hour,
Never spoke of where she'd been.
When crooked hands reached out for power,
She set the balance right again.
(Chorus)
I saw her hat drift down the avenue,
I watched old workings lose their sting.
Who walks beneath her steady favor
Meets the storm and holds the line.
Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered,
Guarding every step I made.
What was hidden behind fine manners
Lay uncovered by her blade.
I searched for her through Lapa's twilight,
By the harbor after dark.
Under rows of weary streetlamps,
Her name traveled lamp to lamp.
Respect lived deep inside the faces
Of those who knew her way of law.
No one laughed when she was mentioned,
No one doubted what they saw.
A woman known from fair to station,
Market stalls and crowded lanes.
Where her shadow crossed a roadway,
Boasting men withdrew their claims.
A hard wind spun around the corner,
Driving dry leaves through the street.
"Maria Navalha" never falters
Before a coward or a cheat.
(Chorus)
I saw her hat drift down the avenue,
I watched old workings lose their sting.
Who walks beneath her steady favor
Meets the storm and holds the line.
Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered,
Guarding every step I made.
What was hidden behind fine manners
Lay uncovered by her blade.
Rare elegance in troubled seasons,
A grace no wealth could ever buy.
When poisoned rumors filled the airwaves,
Her steel laid every falsehood bare.
If bitter tongues prepare an ambush,
If envy stalks the edge of town,
Maria Navalha keeps her watchfire
And never lets her people drown.
(Final Chorus)
I saw her hat drift down the avenue,
I watched old workings lose their sting.
Who walks beneath her steady favor
Meets the storm and holds the line.
Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered,
Guarding every step I made.
What was hidden behind fine manners
Lay uncovered by her blade.
Maria Navalha
Maria Navalha
Maria Navalha
Who saw her skirt cut through the fog
Knows what the backstreets never tell.
Some names fade to dust and memory,
Maria Navalha wears time well.
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