Dolcissima Maria

Sweet Maria
Forget the flowers
Painted by time
On your face,
And the years gone by
Sitting waiting
A long, long way
No one to meet
Don't turn around anymore

And the day will come
Dressed in poetry
It will talk to you about dreams
That you no longer remembered
And it will bless you
Sweet Maria

Sweet Maria
With clean eyes
With wet eyes
It's time to go
And soon you will feel
The scent of morning
And the thrush will sing
Flying close to you
Don't turn around anymore

And if you want someone
Dressed in poetry
Will cover you with love
Without asking for more
And will caress you
Sweet Maria