A storia e Maria [English translation]

Listen friend this I'm telling you

cannot be found in the story books and these paths,

stories and promises, that leave and that remain stories

and through which you look inside life through a window,

listen friend, listen friend

The people say that Maria wasn't ever born

that she was invented to write songs

this is what they say 'cause I never met her once

she was a dark skinned woman who was dancing by the seaside

and now listen friend, listen friend this I'm telling you

The people say that she has never fall in love

some say that in her heart she had a lad

and that one night she followed the path of her heart and also of life

and afterwards nothing, silence, nobody ever heard of her

and now Maria... where is Maria, how is Maria doing

if she's still called Maria at least

and now Maria... how is Maria

with whom is she, if she still remembers of me, Maria

Listen friend this I'm telling you

cannot be found in the story books and these paths,

stories and promises, that leave and that remain stories

and through which you look inside life through a window

The people say that Maria hasn't left

some say that she was sighted kneeled in a church

she was nursing a baby girl, a daughter of sin

and afterwards nothing, silence, nobody ever heard of her

and now Maria... where is Maria, how is Maria doing

if she's still called Maria at least

and now Maria... how is Maria

with whom is she, if she still remembers of me, Maria

Will she be in America without speaking italian anymore

perhaps she's sleeping down at the subway

Will she be singing an american song

perhaps she's singing "O Sole Mio" at Secondigliano1

and now Maria... where is Maria, how is Maria doing

if she's still called Maria at least

and now Maria... how is Maria

with whom is she, if she still remembers of me, Maria, hey hey

Listen friend this I'm telling you, hey hey

a story as old as life

Listen friend this I'm telling you

cannot be found in the story books and these paths,

stories and promises, that leave and that remain stories

and through which you look inside life through a window

as life, hey hey, it never ended!

Will she be in America without speaking italian anymore

perhaps she's sleeping down at the subway

Will she be singing an american song

perhaps she's singing "O Sole Mio" at Secondigliano1

and now Maria... where is Maria, how is Maria doing

if she's still called Maria at least

and now Maria... how is Maria

with whom is she, if she still remembers of me, Maria

Listen friend this I'm telling you

cannot be found in the story books and these paths,

stories and promises, that leave and that remain stories

and through which you look inside life through a window, hey hey

A story as old as life, hey hey

An old story that has never ended!

1. a. b. A suburb of Naples