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The siren call

It's not the siren call that will make us fall in love
we know it well, we have heard it already
nor the sharp hand of a man or a deity.
It's not the siren call in a dark night
that will help us retrace our course to where the ocean enters the river
where the waves subside and the noise fades.
It's not the siren call, Lord, hear our prayer.
My father was a sailor, he knew many cities
my father was a sailor, he left many months ago
my son has never met him, my son won't know
my father was a sailor, he left many months ago
It's not the siren call, in the circle of hell on Earth,
that will show us the way back across the storms
when the compass is stuck and the engine stalls.
It's not the siren call that will put our hearts to sleep.
When Ishmael's eye appears behind the sun
and in the foam of our wake something appears and disappears
It's not the siren call that will stop us from looking.
My father was a sailor, he went out to sea
the wind took him, the sea took him
my father was a sailor, he used to go from city to city
my son doesn't know them, but he will.
It's not the siren call that will put us to sleep,
we know it well, we have heard it already,
rather, it's our women's chorus from a stony beack
it's our women's voices that will guide our steps
our steps in the wind that pulls us by the sail.
The sand will be made of iron, the land will be fire.
Lord, hear our prayer, forgive us for our lives.
My father was a sailor, he knew many cities,
he left in February a thousand years ago
My son doesn't remember him, but he will.
My father was a sailor, my son will be one.
 
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Il canto delle sirene

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