Maria, Maria, Maria you look so fine to me;
your skin is brown like caramel all sprawled out in the 
moonlight.
You lie like a lavender twilight, would you still be 
cloaked in fog?
She used to kneel in bed to hold me like a marionette, 
but you're not a mother you're a dancer with no strings 
attached.
Maria, Maria, Maria she's just a child, who asked me to 
make her a woman; but I am not the one who pays for her 
clothes and her schooling and cares for her. And will she 
take care of me when she herself is strong.
"I am with child, my skin's turned pale, so I am begging 
you, please just..."
I will honor your request, never travel to Mexico and see 
silver objects there under a pale moon. But from that 
sterile palette, will I know how to love her?
I am in love with learning the knowledge that I am safe, 
so I will teach you something called inmovil. Look up in 
the sky, my love, a stationary bird, so still. So still, 
I need to describe you with pictures inmovil. Mira al 
cielo, mi amor, un ave inmovil.
Maria, Maria, Maria she's just a child, who asked me to 
make her a woman; but I am not the one who pays for her 
clothes and her schooling and cares for her. And will she 
take care of me when she herself is strong.
I see you in your window sometimes, watching the swirling 
clouds. I am on a lazy river, where it never ends. And I 
think I may write you sometime, via internet. No matter 
what the hackers find they can't change what I have sent.