This is the true story of Marinella
who slipped into the river in spring
but the wind that saw her so beautiful
from the river he carried her over to a star.
Lonely without the memory of a pain
you lived without the dream of a love
but a king without crown and unescorted
knocked three times one day at your door.
His hat was white as the moon
his cloak red as love
you followed him without a reason
like a young boy follows a kite.
The sun was shining and your eyes were beautiful
he kissed your lips and your hair
there was the moon and your eyes were tired
he laid his hand on your hips
There were kisses and there were smiles
then there were only cornflowers
that saw through the eyes of the stars
tremble your skin for the wind and for the kisses...
Some say that while returning
somehow you slid into the river
and he who didn't want to believe that you were dead
for a hundred years knocked at your door.
This is your song Marinella
you who flew to heaven on a star
and as for all beautiful things
you lived only one day, like the roses
and as for all beautiful things
you lived just one day, like the roses.