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