(lyrics by Paola Valandro)

Sleeping young sailor 

while you're sailing on your pillow

amid this bush of sea-weeds

take a look at my blue scales.

Down here under the ocean 

I feel nostalgia

far from your mind I dream

myself made of flesh.

I belong to the water

as you to your blanket but

I swim through your thoughts

every night with the sea-foam;

and when the dawn takes me back

rivers of blood explode into my veins

I'm your disease, as you can feel

I'm still under your ship

you know me, a siren can't sleep.

Maybe you hear my voice

but you can't touch my skin

you can't believe that your dream

has turned to something real.

Delirium and fever

that flow from your body

are food for my nature

'cause I consist of desire;

but when the dawn takes me back

rivers of blood explode into my veins

I'm your disease, as you feel

I'm still under your ship

you know me, a siren can't sleep.