Maria, Maria, Maria you look so fine to me;
your skin is brown like caramel all sprawled out in the moonlight.
You lie like a lavender twilight, would you still be cloaked in fog?
She used to kneel in bed to hold me like a marionette, but you're not a mother you're a dancer with no strings attached.
Maria, Maria, Maria she's just a child, who asked me to make her a woman; but I am not the one who pays for her clothes and her schooling and cares for her. And will she take care of me when she herself is strong.
"I am with child, my skin's turned pale, so I am begging you, please just..."
I will honor your request, never travel to Mexico and see silver objects there under a pale moon. But from that sterile palette, will I know how to love her?
I am in love with learning the knowledge that I am safe, so I will teach you something called inmovil. Look up in the sky, my love, a stationary bird, so still. So still, I need to describe you with pictures inmovil. Mira al cielo, mi amor, un ave inmovil.
Maria, Maria, Maria she's just a child, who asked me to make her a woman; but I am not the one who pays for her clothes and her schooling and cares for her. And will she take care of me when she herself is strong.
I see you in your window sometimes, watching the swirling clouds. I am on a lazy river, where it never ends. And I think I may write you sometime, via internet. No matter what the hackers find they can't change what I have sent.