Lyrics of Maria - Anibal Troilo

Maria (original)

Acaso te llamaras solamente María.
No sé si eras el eco de una vieja canción
Pero hace mucho, mucho, fuiste hondamente mía
Sobre un paisaje triste, desmayado de amor…
El Otoño te trajo, mojando de agonía
Tu sombrerito pobre y el tapado marrón…
Eras como la calle de la Melancolía
Que llovía…llovía sobre mi corazón.
María.
En las sombras de mi pieza
Es tu paso el que regresa…
María.
Y es tu voz, pequeña y triste
La del día en que dijiste:
«Ya no hay nada entre los dos.»
María.
La más mía.
La Lejana.
Si volviera otra mañana
Por las calles del adiós.
Tus ojos eran puertos que guardaban ausentes
Su horizonte de sueños y un silencio de flor…
Pero tus manos buenas, regresaban presentes
Para curar mi fiebre, desteñidas de amor…
Un Otoño te trajo.
Tu nombre era María
Y nunca supe nada de tu rumbo infeliz…
Si eras como el paisaje de la Melancolía
Que llovía…llovía, sobre la calle gris…

(translation)

Perhaps you were only called Maria.
I don't know if you were the echo of an old song
But long, long ago, you were deeply mine
On a sad landscape, passed out with love...
Autumn brought you, soaking with agony
Your poor little hat and brown coat…
You were like the street of Melancholy
That it was raining… it was raining on my heart.
Mary.
In the shadows of my room
It is your step that returns...
Mary.
And it's your voice, small and sad
The one on the day you said:
"There is nothing between the two anymore."
Mary.
The most mine.
The Faraway.
If I came back another morning
Through the streets of goodbye.
Your eyes were ports that kept absent
Its horizon of dreams and the silence of a flower…
But your good hands returned presents
To cure my fever, faded with love...
An Autumn brought you.
your name was Maria
And I never heard of your unhappy course...
If you were like the landscape of Melancholy
That it was raining… it was raining, on the gray street…