Как коротка любовь к сирене

Ancient Armenian and Byzantine-inspired vocal tradition fused with Appalachian dark folk, dream rock, and cinematic atmospheric blues, enhanced by expressive overdriven electric guitar, Slow, haunting composition with deep resonant male baritone and fragile female falsetto in a dramatic duet, underlined by shimmering clean arpeggios, delayed lead lines, and occasional saturated guitar swells that add tension and energy while keeping the mystical, oceanic atmosphere

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Why are you sinking a ship with a wave? Don't burn your veins with the cold wind, Oh! Poseidon, do you hear too? the pleading and the soft crying of the siren? Moderate your ardor and whip the storm, let me take the chains off her! Let her sing the song for me that anglers are so afraid of. Let the storm calm down, I'll cut the net astern! Under the whisper of the stars for hundreds of miles I just want to be alone with you! I'll hold you to me and waltz, drawing, spinning through the darkness, we'll sink to the bottom! I'm just waiting for a silent kiss, I'm drowning in the depths of your eyes! Oh! how young he is, how beautiful, his eyes are as black as the sea! No, don't look at them, he's dangerous., The fate of sirens' love is only grief! Father, hear me, you are your daughter, let me take off the net, I have no more strength! Amidst the dance of the waves, I will sing a song, the one who is so dear to me will go to the bottom! The storm's fury is replaced by calm, I'm cutting the net astern! Under the whisper of the stars for hundreds of miles I just want to be with you alone! A tangle of bodies and a waltz drawing, spinning through the darkness, we're going to the bottom! I'm just waiting for a silent kiss, I'm drowning in the depths of your eyes! There is no more fear, pain, or moaning, just the salty silt pressing on my chest! Storm of the seas, Poseidon's daughter sings to the one who is so dear to her. In the silence of the night, under the light of the moon , the wave is dancing, bursting into foam! A faint cry is heard from the depths — how short is love for a siren..

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