Transgender. A Dream Made Of Water. Zeneszám

(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.