El Viento Llora a Mary

When the Jacks go back in their boxes,
and the Clowns go back to sleep;
I can see red footprints on the grass,
down the street the noise still creeps.

And in the sea the wind cries for Mary...

Someone gently picks up,
the shards of a life long gone;
in some place the Queen is feeling blue,
and somewhere the King is all alone.

And the sea cries for Mary...

The lights will be blue tomorrow,
and empty shadows sleep beneath me;
the little island is now lifeless,
it's empty under the net.

And in the sea the wind screams Mary!...

Someone remembered the names of the past,
of two kingdoms from an ancient age;
I think they’re probably still intact,
and it’s the last step to take.