Don't want me to be a virgin goddess, Nor a lifeless nun, I am a beast in my origin, I cannot be repressed. Don't want me to be a restrained nun, Nor a chaste dancer, My soul dances boldly, With the dove spinning around the corner. That's why I prefer to be Maria Bonita, Even if her throat is slit with my lantern, Than to be this envied saint, And alone turn to coal. And if anyone doubts me, And finds this woman strange, I am not the virgin Mary, I am just any Mary.