I've seen the sea singing to the Sun,
A song of love, lost in the wind,
I've seen the Moon crying to the mountains,
Between screams and shouts, asking questions.

The sea was dancing shaking the sand,
The waves were running a marked rhythm,
The wind was laughing acclaimed in the air,
To the sound of a song of love in bloom.

The Sun was caressing the sea,
Admiring his wife dancing serene,
With her white dress and pink lips,
A perfect body... the destiny... Siren.

And she loved him with all her heart,
Vowing to be faithful forever,
Even without feeling his taste,
Or not having touched his body.

But inside her she was keeping a secret,
Hidden deeply in the atrium of the heart,
A dark nightmare, a perfect dream,
Of which did not know even the Sun.

One night in November she met the Moon,
Who saw her crying, sad and alone,
The Siren thought it was her luck,
For months did not say a word more.