E' come impazzire in un mare dorato



Anguish at the everlasting waters we feed

Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes



It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter

Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves



And left orphans by warm snows we go insane

At your ancient resigned gaze



The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch

Your intense mixture of silver and blue



Which deified our ancestors

Which witnessed science's temples

Which carefully hides the great lost island of the ancient future

Which can kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals