Mary

Mary has gone away
they saw her cry
running in the darkness of a railway
nights of sirens in that suburb
it is said she has a bit of nostalgia for all of us
but she has gone
Mary, Mary

Mary feels lonely now, Mary is scared
I saw her cry and then ask a question to the sky, Mary
now her gaze doesn't lie to the eyes that hide from people
the father's obscene abuses
Mary doesn't want to talk about it and hides her pains
in every page of the diary she now holds
looking at old photos she asks for help in a prayer
on her wrists the signs of those years closed in a prison
tthe mother who knows everything and remains silent
now her face bears the signs of a new defeat and I saw her
turning on the street without a destination
inside her backpack the memories that have stained her life
betrayed by the one who brought her into the world, in a second
on her body the signs of a father
who is now dead to Mary
Mary is tired, she has no more tears and now
asks destiny for a smile closed in a dream in the evening, but

They say Mary has gone away
they saw her cry
running in the darkness of a railway
they know she was running away
nights of sirens in that suburb
running wasn't enough
it is said she has a bit of nostalgia for all of us
but she has gone
Mary, walking on darker paths
looking for sincere smiles
beyond the walls of this city, no
Mary, walking on darker paths
on the secret diary you wrote
'That beast is not my dad!'

Now I think back to when you spoke to me in tears
you said you wouldn't change this life, but
I'm trying, I'm praying but it seems useless
and hugging me you said: 'I'll be back!'

Hey, look, there's Mary, she's back at the station
you know, she's holding hands with two people, her beautiful face has changed expression
without drops of pain now the sun kisses her
kisses her man and the girl born from her true love
with that smile that gives meaning to everything else
protected by a dirty world she discovered too soon
she has a wounded soul, stolen innocence
she knows life is not a fairy tale but now Mary is back, a fairy
she walks slowly but seems content, attentive
an eternal challenge awaits her but doesn't scare her
and besides, her father has stopped living
Mary stares at his tombstone, shedding tears is impossible

They wonder 'Is that Mary at the end of the street?'
she managed to grow up
came back with the day to that railway (fresh with dew)
look, there's Mary without nostalgia
weary of crying now
she knows how tough this life is
but she has changed it
Mary, walking on darker paths
you found sincere smiles
beyond the walls of this city
Mary, walking on darker paths
on the secret diary you wrote
'That beast is not my dad!'

Mary, walking on darker paths
found sincere smiles
beyond the walls of this city
Mary, walking on darker paths
on the secret diary she wrote
'That beast is not my dad!'