She gets home late with the sea mist
She arrives with coiled rage
She walks in slowly so that she doesn't kidnap
The prettiest dream there is
She emerges from the mist of a lunar yawn
Barefoot and tousled, she runs
She runs to his arms like nobody will
And María tells him that yes
Blushing, she says that yes
And she hides in his arms
And he answers that everything will be fine
That the flowers will grow again
Daybreak falls while she stands
She looks with the proper spark
He thinks that she's so pretty
Together and forgotten by sleep they drift away
Until the flower starts closing with him
It keeps closing with him
And María tells him that yes
Blushing, she says that yes
And she hides in his arms
And he answers that everything will be fine
That the flowers will grow again
And winter came and he left
And they say that María without him
Doesn't look at herself in the puddles
Every thirteenth of March at ten
She waits to see him again
She gets home late with the sea mist
She arrives with coiled rage
She walks in slowly so that she doesn't kidnap
The prettiest dream there is
She comes out of the mist
She runs to his arms like nobody will