I was grasping inside the pocket
the word which it cannot be told
Turning my back to you, it climbed to my palm
holding it over my head under the sunlight
It is made out of an error
totally like a pearl
"Do me the favor to be my lover", it shines
You are my precious Maria
always clicking your tongue
Every day you close your eyes
and love waits for the night
If I turn around, thinking I've heard
a whisper shielded by the wind "I like you"
You will be smiling at my back
"surely you misheard it", further than today
Is love moving?
Our shoulders were side by side
"Do me the favor to be my lover", it looked like
You are my ever-friendly Maria
always clicking your tongue
You teach me in silence
it is painfully close for even a kiss
You are my precious Maria
always clicking your tongue
Every day you close your eyes
and love waits for the night
Surely, one day...