Sirens
Σειρήν, Sirenae, siren,
three dangerous bird-women,
the song of them so charming,
the passengers were not moving.
The real men, just only two heros,
could not be thought as demos.
One's lyre with attractive solo,
another plug his ears without audio.
In the air the music still lasts,
but I see nobody tied on masts.
Σειρήν, Sirenae, siren,
three dangerous bird-women,
the song of them so charming,
the passengers were not moving.
The real men, just only two heros,
could not be thought as demos.
One's lyre with attractive solo,
another plug his ears without audio.
In the air the music still lasts,
but I see nobody tied on masts.