Who saw her skirt cut through the fog <br />Knows what the backstreets never tell. <br />Down the alley where luck surrenders, <br />"Maria Navalha" held her ground. <br /><br />She never named a date or hour, <br />Never spoke of where she'd been. <br />When crooked hands reached out for power, <br />She set the balance right again. <br /><br />(Chorus) <br />I saw her hat drift down the avenue, <br />I watched old workings lose their sting. <br />Who walks beneath her steady favor <br />Meets the storm and holds the line. <br />Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered, <br />Guarding every step I made. <br />What was hidden behind fine manners <br />Lay uncovered by her blade. <br /><br />I searched for her through Lapa's twilight, <br />By the harbor after dark. <br />Under rows of weary streetlamps, <br />Her name traveled lamp to lamp. <br /><br />Respect lived deep inside the faces <br />Of those who knew her way of law. <br />No one laughed when she was mentioned, <br />No one doubted what they saw. <br /><br />A woman known from fair to station, <br />Market stalls and crowded lanes. <br />Where her shadow crossed a roadway, <br />Boasting men withdrew their claims. <br /><br />A hard wind spun around the corner, <br />Driving dry leaves through the street. <br />"Maria Navalha" never falters <br />Before a coward or a cheat. <br /><br />(Chorus) <br />I saw her hat drift down the avenue, <br />I watched old workings lose their sting. <br />Who walks beneath her steady favor <br />Meets the storm and holds the line. <br />Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered, <br />Guarding every step I made. <br />What was hidden behind fine manners <br />Lay uncovered by her blade. <br /><br />Rare elegance in troubled seasons, <br />A grace no wealth could ever buy. <br />When poisoned rumors filled the airwaves, <br />Her steel laid every falsehood bare. <br /><br />If bitter tongues prepare an ambush, <br />If envy stalks the edge of town, <br />Maria Navalha keeps her watchfire <br />And never lets her people drown. <br /><br />(Final Chorus) <br />I saw her hat drift down the avenue, <br />I watched old workings lose their sting. <br />Who walks beneath her steady favor <br />Meets the storm and holds the line. <br />Her steel flashed bright when danger gathered, <br />Guarding every step I made. <br />What was hidden behind fine manners <br />Lay uncovered by her blade. <br /><br />Maria Navalha <br />Maria Navalha <br />Maria Navalha <br /><br />Who saw her skirt cut through the fog <br />Knows what the backstreets never tell. <br />Some names fade to dust and memory, <br />Maria Navalha wears time well. <br /><br />_______________________ <br /><br />∆∆ Astrikos Katoikos ∆∆ <br />Copyright ©️ 2019 [hardcore version] <br />Todos os Direitos Reservados ® <br /><br />#astrikoskatoikos #umbanda #marianavalha
