Teresa

Teresa has a secret that she doesn't tell anyone
And it must be a sad thing because everyone mourns
That her dark eyes don't shine as much
And that a tear escapes from time to time

Oh Teresa, my life, tell me the secret
I won't tell anyone, I promise you
And Teresa is carrying candles
And she thinks that Saint Anthony doesn't console her
I told her that the saint prefers roses
Especially if they are carried by a beautiful girl

Teresa is crying oceans
Locked in herself, she denies the key
And when someone lives cutting flowers
It's because they are undoubtedly suffering from love sickness

Oh Teresa, my life, tell me the secret
I won't tell anyone, I promise you
And now it's Saint Anthony who is very sad
As he doesn't want to be an image and insists to God
To perform a miracle, since his wish
Is to invite Teresa for a walk

Nothing is known about her and her secret
Only that one afternoon they saw her leave
No one cuts her flowers
And since that day
Antonio's niche
Antonio's niche
Antonio's niche is empty