This is the true story of Marinella
that slipped into the river in spring
but the wind that saw her so beautiful
from the river took her upon a star.
Alone without the memory of a pain,
you lived without the dream of a love
but a king without a crown and there were unescorted
knocked three times one day to your door.
White as the moonhis hat
like love his red cloak.
You followed him without a reason
as one boy follows the kite.
And the sun was out and there were you had beautiful eyes
he kissed your lips and hair
there was the moon and there were your eyes were tired
He put his hands on your hips.
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
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 just a day like roses.
And like all the finest things
you lived just a day like roses.