Текст Lola Marsh – Sirens

Sentimental one without any story
Your pages are full
Your age is a lie
Tall and funny soul, your daydream ain’t over

Hear the sirens calling
Old and merry tune
While the sailor’s falling
Last chance to rise, don’t worry
Need a lullaby to restore your glory
To restore your glory

Foreign creature, your gift is a burden
You were born for the stars
It has shown in your cards
Frightened being, you better run, but slowly
Heir to the throne
With patience alone

In a million years
It’ll all be over
Within a million years
It’ll all be over
Till then

Hear the sirens calling
Old and merry tune
While the sailor’s falling
Last chance to rise, don’t worry
Need a lullaby to restore your glory

Hear the sirens calling
Old and merry tune

Hmm…