Maria Rosa

You all see that woman with white hair
Wearing rags, clogging clogs
Begging at the doors for pieces of bread
I met her when she was young, she was an angel so fair
Her name is Maria Rosa, her last name Passion
The rags of her clothes are not just a necessity
Each one represents a longing for her
Either for a ball gown, or maybe a gift
That one of her lovers gave her
One day Maria wanted to put on the fantasy of past times
To put in her gallery some new lovers
This woman who once enchanted so many people
Received not a single glance now, not a smile found
So from the old dresses that were once her favorite
She had this cape of remembrance made
You, Marias of today, love only once
So that later this cape won't fit you