Dawn breaks shattering like a statue like a statue of wings that scatter throughout the city And noon sings like a bell made of water A bell made of golden water that keeps us from loneliness And the night lifts its tall goblet its tall, tall goblet, early moon over the sea But for Maria there is no dawn But for Maria there is no midday But for Maria there is no moon lifting its red goblet over the waters Maria has no time to lift her eyes Maria to lift her eyes, broken by lack of sleep Maria broken by lack of sleep from so much suffering Maria from so much suffering, all she does is work Maria just works and works Maria only works and her work enriches others