I'm going to the front tomorrow, Maria
sorry if won't write to you for some time
but you know it's not my fault
there's no reason for you to suffer jealousy.
The last night in the rear
where one dreams without ever sleeping
it's already six (you know) and I wonder what you're doing
whether you're thinking about me, while I think about your thoughts
Maria, no, this storm won't last
they say we'll just have to shoot a little
and then we'll all go back home
May will come after all these -6°C nights
not even memories will last
in your arms, I know
Maria, no, Maria, no, Maria, no
Maria, no, no, no, no
Maria, no, no, no, no
Maria, no
Months fly by in this trench
they say that's the way an idea is spread
but sooner or later we'll get away from here
and sing in front of vultures.
Maria, no, this storm won't last
I'll come back before your party, don't be sad because of me
May will come, full of nights beside you
counting the cats in the city
and then I'll never leave you
Maria, no, Maria, no
Maria, no, this storm won't last
I'll come back before your party
and I'll stay beside you
Maria, no, Maria, no, Maria, no
Maria, no, no, no, no
Maria, no, no, no, no
Maria, no.