This is the true story of Marinella
Who slipped into the river in spring
But the wind that saw her so beautiful
Took her from the river 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 at your door

White as the moon his hat
Red as love his cloak
You followed him without a reason
Like a boy follows a kite
And there was the sun and you had beautiful eyes
He kissed your lips and your hair
There was the moon and you had tired eyes
He placed his hands on your hips
There were kisses and there were smiles
Then there were only the cornflowers
That saw with the eyes of the stars
Your skin quiver to the wind and the kisses

They say then that while you were returning
In the river, who knows how, you slipped
And he who did not want to believe you dead
Knocked for a hundred more years at your door

This is your song, Marinella
Who flew to the sky on a star
And like all the most beautiful things
You lived only one day, like the roses
And like all the most beautiful things
You lived only one day, like the roses

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