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
