Maria

What an old and tired image the mirror returns to me
Oh if you could see me
Alone here in the gray gloom of my room
Of this room of ours, which seems so big since you are missing
God knows what paths of misfortune your sadness will take
And I alone with your goodbye hitting my soul
While the feverish dawn of my despair
It brings me the hallucinated echo of your small step that takes you away
And the sad music of your words
That are getting thinner until silence

Maybe your name is just Maria
I don't know if you were the echo of an old song
But long, long ago, you were deeply mine
On a sad landscape fainted with love

An autumn brought you wet with agony
Your poor little hat and the brown cape
If you were like the street of melancholy
That it was raining, it was raining, on your heart

Maria, in the shadows of my room
It is your step that returns
Maria, and it is your small and sad voice
The one on the day you said
There is nothing between the two anymore
Maria, the most mine, the distant one
If I came back another morning
Through the streets of goodbye

Your eyes were ports that kept absent
Shadow horizons and a sunny past
But your good hands came back present
To cure my fever tinged with love

One autumn you left, your name was María
And I never knew anything about your unhappy course
If you were like the street of melancholy
It was raining, it was raining, on the gray street

Maria, in the shadows of my room
It is your step that returns
Maria, and it is your small and sad voice
The one on the day you said
There is nothing between the two anymore
Maria, the most mine, the distant one
If I came back another morning
Through the streets of goodbye