(music by ATARAXIA, free interpretation of Sappho's lyrics) In this magic ring she stretched towards the altar, sanctuary of apple trees ...beautiful Mirsilo... the air is mild breaths, new corollas are living and veiling the rose bushes ...beautiful Mirsilo... Bind to your hair flowers, beauty and whirling things and sing your ritual melody sing your ritual melody voice of sweetness trill of water beautiful Mirsilo, beautiful Mirsilo