La madonna delle conchiglie [English translation]

The Madonna of the shells

She arrived returned from the sea

Without papers, unescorted

Without permission, without a passport

And a fugitive as She was

We made Her into the black Madonna

That is the Madonna of the sailors

She protects guests, as she protects travelers

She turns the wave and then she turns again

While she flickers over the boat

They take Her out onto the boat

Fully garnished of shells and flowers

She blesses those who venture

Who has a steadfast heart and who is afraid

Who comes ashore with fanfare

Who arrives alone and spat from the sea

The Madonna of the shells

Her eyes are like marbles, like corals

She is dressed in blue drapes

They are fanned out around her, as she was a pearl

She has a sweet and a little distant look

That of whose sailed in vain for so long

She has a sweet and a little absent look

Of whose which understands you, and can not do anything about it

But from the faith of her people

She does not know how to get a shelter

They garnish Her and they give Her to the waves

They shoot out the firework and everyone invoke Her

The Madonna of the shells

It's just a statue returned from the sea

She looks at you mute, speechless

And She has Her face tinged with another color

From those who are different and so far

She is forged and painted by hand

By another people, another people

With the same fear of always

To be born and have to go

Born and then no longer be anything

To be born and have to go

Born and then no longer be anything

Yet the Madonna of the shells

She is a seraph with the eyes of marbles