A song in the night,
So beautiful and fine,
A woman of water,
I wish she was mine,
She sings to me,
My ears are full,
Of soft, loving tones,
Her voice is her tool.
We turn our ship,
All at once,
It hits the rocks,
Whit a sharp ‘crunch’.
The hypnoses are broke,
But it is too late,
All the men on the ship,
Will meet their fate.
They fell for the song,
Of the water siren,
Now they are drowning,
In the water dying.
So no matter what,
Don’t follow the song,
Cause if you does,
You wont live long.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem towers high... they stand tall. I vote 10/10. Someday, I would love to get into this tyle of writing myself. Good work Anna!