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