A white cat with blue eyes
An old vase on the TV
The smoke of candles in the air
Two red cuances as red as apples
It has a filter against jealousy
And a recipe for joy
He reads his destiny but in the stars
And then he tells you only beautiful things
But, but, but, mother Maria but
But, but, but, mother Maria but
But, but, but, mother Maria but
But, but, but, mother Maria but
What is in my future
It would be beautiful if I were a king
Like the white American
Either she falls in love or I transform her into a frog
I'm dying of curiosity
But tell me the truth
I want to know if this love
Will be sincere will be with all my heart
But, but, but, mother Maria but
But, but, but, mother Maria but
I don't have a lira but I would like to
Buy the sky to give it to her
You have to give us a bit of luck
And together with the sky we also buy the moon
But, but, but, mother Maria but
But, but, but, mother Maria but

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