A white cat with blu eyes
An old vase on the TV
The smoke of the candles in the air
Two reed cheeks, red like the apples
She has a filter against jealousy
And a recipe for cheerfulness
She reads the destiny but in the stars
And then she tells you only good things
Ma ma ma mother Maria ma {x4}
What is in my future
It would be nice if there were a king
thus the blonde american
either he falls in love or turns her into frog
I am dying of curiosity
But tell me a little bit of truth
I want to know if this love
Will be sincere, will be with all my hart
Ma ma ma mother Maria ma {x4}
I haven't got a penny, but I would like
To buy the sky to give it to her
You must give a bit of luck
And togheter with the sky we will buy also the moon
Ma ma ma mother Maria ma {x4}