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When I look to the West
and the night is saluting me
who is resting on its sandy chest
with the closed eyes I still see
the ocean that is waking up
and its waves are licking my feet
it's me who the ocean will gulp
though nothing will make me retreat.
Logs and debris unite in roundelay,
seaweeds are my shackles.
I guess my last refuge is this bay.
Decuman wave I can't tackle
and what I hear is the Siren sing.
It has golden hair and Lucifer face,
it is calling for me in full swing,
it has bracelets and deadly embrace,
fangs and the voice so clear
that I am falling from the cliff down
to the ground or right from the pier.
The Siren wants me to drown,
it wants me to come closer and near,
it gives no mercy and hears no plea,
it will never let me be
and never set me free.
It sings “Swim to me, my sailor!”
I reckon, I fell for it as a newborn child,
It was my only moment of emotion
when it beckoned me and smiled
and so I let it sink me in the ocean.