Dolcissima Maria

Sweet Maria, forget the flowers
Painted by time, on your face,
And the years gone by sitting waiting for a long, long way
No one to meet...ohhh
Don't turn back anymore

And the day will come dressed in poetry
It will talk to you about dreams you had forgotten,
And it will bless you Sweet Maria.

Sweet Maria, with clean eyes
With wet eyes it's time to go:
And soon you will smell the morning scent
And the thrush will sing flying close to you...ohhh
Don't turn back anymore.

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