Mary, you look like the wind,
that wind that passes between the houses
and tranquility flies
towards the sea, towards the sea.
Mary, your name is a mystery
because you love things that have no owner
the sky, the moon and the sea,
the city, the crystal.
María, you have few friends,
Oh, Mary, because you understand the rivers:
time will pass and you will not mind
keep saying love
in front of the first pain.
but the years are going to tear you
as it happens to Him,
how it happens to me,
Mary, oh Mary.
Maria, you did not play that much
with dolls and houses, but you see, time goes by
as if someone were after Him
to run, to run.
Mary, may the time not come
in which a thousand oaths thrown into the wind
Make you your world to leave:
you will not be able to return.
María, you have few friends ...
Final:
Mary, oh Mary, Mary.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)