_»I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm



And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones



It keeps my veins hot, the fires find a home in me.



_» Gocce di suono portate dal vento,
echi lontani ritornano a riva.
Gocce salate che solcano il volto,
quello ch'č dato non sarą tolto.