E' come impazzire in un mare doratoAnguish at the everlasting waters we feedStaring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyesIt blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winterWhich can never melt the icy salt of its wavesAnd left orphans by warm snows we go insaneAt your ancient resigned gazeThe golden swords of the sun can't even scratchYour intense mixture of silver and blueWhich deified our ancestorsWhich witnessed science's templesWhich carefully hides the great lost island of the ancient futureWhich can kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals