This is the true story of Marinella
that slipped into the river in spring
but the wind that saw her so beautiful
the river 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 a crown and unescorted
knocked three times one day to your door.
White as the moon's hat
red like love his cloak
you followed him without a reason
as a young boy following a kite.
And the sun was out and you had beautiful eyes
he kissed your lips and your hair
there was a moon and your eyes were tired
he laid his hand on your waist
There were kisses and there were smiles
then there were only cornflowers
they saw through the eyes of the stars
quiver in the wind and kiss your skin ...
They also say that while returning
somehow you slid into the river
and he didn't want to believe that you died
and for a century knocked at your door.
This is your song Marinella
that you flew to heaven on a star
and like all beautiful things
you lived only one day, like the roses
and like all beautiful things
you lived just a day like the roses.