I've been living here for a hundred years eyes on you all night & day you're ready to blow any moment not a night goes by... I dont dream of you with burning [bad word] down your cheeks and when I think I hear you cry I wake up to a sky of fire & I know you're BACK ETNA cosi potente cosi bella sei una signora sei la madre di questa terra standing proud so closed to you I wonder when my time [bad word] after watching so many of us dissapear in your tears your passion rains accross the land on some who never understand why all good things [bad word] to an end why all good things [bad word] to an end and when I think I hear you cry I wake up to a sky of fire & I know you're BACK ETNA cosi potente cosi bella sei una signora sei la madre di questa terra