There are beatings of sharp wings in the air
and the fear haunts in this mocking mourning
that boils inside instead of blooming,
under her temples the anger is rolling.

With the face of a mortal, she is condemned
to endure the vaporous sea of ​​desolation,
she wants to extinguish the fountain of the stolen fire,
she moans in vain, she's cursed by the gods.

The blow of the rage throws her into the sea of ​​fire
with burning strike of tempest and flood,
the whip of the gods harassing the heavens,
almost lightning everything until flames.

Until the infinite smile of the sea waves
it'll not dry up its powers and will forget it all,
when she will find the harbor of her fears,
she'll cross the strait with a courageous heart .