María [English translation]

Arrives late to the casa with the mist of the sea,

Arrives with the coiled rage

Enters very slowly in order not to seize

The most beautiful dream there is

Leaves of the cloud

Gives a lunar yawn

Barefoot and disheveled, runs. . .

Runs into his arms like no one would

Ever . . .ever . . .ever

And Maria tells him yes,

blushingly says yes

and hides herself in his arms

and he answers that all will be okay,

that the flowers will return to grow

where now we cry.

The dawn falls while she stands

Brilliant with suitable spark.

Face ambushed, sky open at the time.

He thinks, "How pretty she is. . ."

Together and forgotten by the dream they go

Counting riddles

Until that the flower goes closing itself with him. . .

Goes closing itself with him.

And Maria tells him yes,

blushingly says yes

and hides herself in his arms

and he answers that all will be okay,

that the flowers will return to grow

where now we cry.

And the winter arrived and he went

and they say that Maria without him

Doesn't look in the puddles.

Each 13th of March at 10

She waits to see it again,

but he has departed.

Arrives late to the casa with the mist of the sea,

Arrives with the coiled rage

Enters very slowly in order not to seize

The most beautiful dream there is

Leaves of the cloud

Gives a lunar yawn

Barefoot and disheveled, runs. . .

Runs into his arms like no one would

Ever . . .ever . . .ever

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:Primera fila (2013)