You're slipping away silently like an owl
In the night forest.
I follow you among huge trees.
You lead me on and on
There where a huge
Lake with red water on shore
Of which are singing siren.
Green Slavery, Green Slavery, Green Slavery
The smell of jasmine
And the siren song make me stay here forever.
I want to forget everything and never open eye.
But sirenical birds become harpies
Nasty screeching become their singing
I watched in fear the terrible sirens.
But I want to believe that this dreaming