Pierangelo Bertoli — Povera Mary song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Povera Mary" by Pierangelo Bertoli.
Lyrics
Senza pi№ uno sguardo se ne andІ,
e quel lontano giorno ormai
non lo potrai scordare tu,
lo hai negli occhi sempre pi№;
fu da quel d¬ che la bambina che era in te,
senza problemi, n© perch©,
si ritrovata abbandonata donna ormai.
Povera Mary, che n' stato dei rosai?
PassІ qualche tempo ed arrivІ
la nuova vita nata in te,
chiudesti al mondo gli occhi tuoi
per dedicarti solo a lei;
il nome che le hai dato lo portІ
e mai un momento lo lasciІ,
tua figlia vive per la madre che c' in te.
Povera Mary, sono triste e penso a te!
Poi la tua bambina si sposІ
e il cuore in gola ti arrivІ,
dalla finestra il cielo blu,
per una volta hai vinto tu;
bussano alla porta, chi sar?
un brigadiere?, che vorr ?,
«Lei la madre? C' sua figlia morta, sa?»
Povera Mary, di te adesso che sar?
Vecchia, stanca, lacera tu sei,
ma torni ancora quando puoi
nel cimitero, da colei
che stata tutti i sogni tuoi;
sola verso casa tornerai,
e mentre torni penserai:
«Un altro giorno in meno,
vado verso lei!»
Povera Mary, sto piangendo e penso a te
Lyrics translation
No more№ a look go away,
and that distant day now
you won't forget it.,
you have it in your eyes more and more№;
it was from that d that the little girl that was in you,
no problems, n © why©,
she found herself abandoned woman by now.
Poor Mary, what about the rose bushes?
Spend some time and arrive
the new life born in you,
you closed your eyes to the world
to dedicate yourself only to her;
the name you gave her is yours.
and never a moment leave him,
your daughter lives for your mother.
Poor Mary, I'm sad and I think of you!
Then your little girl gets married
and the heart in your throat comes,
from the window the blue sky,
for once you won;
knock on the door, Who Am I?
a brigadier? what vorr ?,
"You the mother? Your daughter's dead, you know?»
Poor Mary, what about you now?
Old, tired, tear you are,
but you still come back when you can
in the cemetery, by colei
what was all your dreams;
you'll come home alone,
and when you come back you'll think:
"Another day less,
I'm going to her!»
Poor Mary, I'm crying and I think of you