15 Tinh khuc Trinh Cong Son

Dem thay ta la thac do - Tuan Ngoc

Cay truc xinh - Xuan Mai

Chau Yeu Ba - Be Bao An

[Verse]
I left the sea
The waves behind
For cobbled streets
A different kind
Of song
Of life
A city's gleam
Warszawa
A waking dream

[Prechorus]
But dreams can turn
To shadowed things

[Chorus]
Syrenk
Syrenk
What have you done?
Given up your sea
For a merchant's son
Syrenk
Syrenk
What will you do?
I’ll give him my voice
He will see me through

[Verse 2]
He came to me
With eyes so kind
A merchant's son
With a gentle mind
He broke my chains
With his own bare hands
And set me free
In these forsaken lands

[Chorus]
Syrenk
Syrenk
What have you done?
Given up your sea
For a merchant's son
Syrenk
Syrenk
What will you do?
I’ll give him my voice
He will see me through

[Bridge]
I gave my word
A promise made
To guard this city
In sun and shade
My statue stands
A symbol bright
Of Warsaw's strength
And endless light

Story
Syrenk: The Guardian of Warsaw
Long before the bells rang in the towers of Warsaw, when the Vistula still whispered secrets to the shores, there lived Syrenk, a siren with a crystalline voice and a restless soul. Her song could calm storms or awaken the hearts of lost sailors. But Syrenk was not like other sea creatures: she dreamed of more than waves and foam.
One day, drawn by the murmur of a city that shimmered like a mirage among cobblestones and red roofs, Syrenk emerged from the waters and walked toward Warsaw. There, among markets and squares, she found a young merchant with eyes like the sky before the rain. He did not fear her. He did not buy her. He listened to her.
He broke the chains that bound her to the river, not with spells or swords, but with tenderness. Syrenk, for the first time, felt she could belong. She renounced her sea song and transformed it into a human word, a promise. “I will give you my voice,” she said, “and you will see me through to the end.”
But dreams, like waters, can become murky. The city that welcomed her also demanded her. When Warsaw was threatened by invaders, Syrenk did not flee. Remembering her pact with the young man and with the land that had adopted her, she rose up as its protector. With shield and sword, she defended its streets, its children, its songs.
Today, her statue stands by the river, where water and stone meet. She does not sing, but her silence resonates. She is a symbol of strength, of sacrificial love, of the magic that occurs when a creature of myth decides to be human… and a hero.

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