This is Marinella's true story
Who slipped into the river in spring
But the wind that saw her so lovely
Carried her from the river onto a star
Alone, without the memory of any pain
You lived without the dream of love
But a king with no crown and no guard
Knocked three times on your door one day
His hat is white like the moon
His cloak is red like love
You followed him for no reason
Like a kid follows a kite
And the sun was out and your eyes were lovely
He kissed your lips and your hair
The moon was up and your eyes were tired
He laid his hands on your hips
There were kisses and there were smiles
Then there were only the cornflowers
That watched with the eyes of the stars
Your skin quivering to the wind and to kisses
They say that as you were coming back
You somehow slipped into the river
And he, who wouldn't believe you dead
Knocked at your door for a hundred more years
This is your song, Marinella
Because you flew up to the sky on a star
And like all the most beautiful things
You lived just one day, like roses
And like all the most beautiful things
You lived just one day, like roses