In a long cold night
   there's a girl named Maria
Who take a sit every night
   wearing skirt and corset fine

In a long cold line
   the girl named Maria
Sitting with a bunch of doves
   Doves who have no wings to fly.

In a long cold sight
   The doves are waiting
To someone who pause for their nest
  Might give wings for them to fly.

In a long cold choice
  Maria has to put her own light
In the shadow of every eagle
  Even her will is forced to fight.

In a long cold sunrise
  The dove is preparing her corset and skirt while taking a bunch of green
  From the eagle she met once.

In a long cold street
  The dove is still moving
To reach her nest holding a few worms for her sweetie pie.


Just a long cold moment
  When the dove just got home
Trying to be normal every sun smiles
  But gets back when the dark cold moon stays for a long long cold night.