This is the true story of Marinella
that she slipped into the river in spring
but the wind that saw her so beautiful
from the river took her to a star.
Alone without the memory of a pain
you lived without the dream of a love
but a king without a crown and without an escort
knocked three times one day on your door.
White as the moon the his hat
like red love his cloak
you followed him without a reason
like a boy follows the kite.
And it was sunny you had beautiful eyes
he kissed your lips and your hair
there was the moon and your eyes were tired
he placed his hands on your hips
They were kisses and they were smiles
then it was only the cornflowers
who saw with the eyes of the stars
your skin quivering in the wind and kisses
They then say that while you were returning
who knows how you slipped into the river
/>and he who didn't want to believe you dead
knocked on your door for a hundred more years.
This is your song Marinella
who flew to heaven on a star
and like all the most beautiful things
you only lived one day like roses.
and like all the most beautiful things
you only lived one day like roses.