fils trop tot parti Et le cygne s?echappe Et le cygne vous suit Un mari qui la frappe Un fils trop tot parti Et le cygne s?echappe Et le cygne vous
'ennemi Derriere mes lignes J'attends un signe De comparaison Je nourris l'ennemi Je partage mes ruines Je surveille ma ligne De flottaison Je n'attends qu'un cygne
Translation: Gerard Lenorman. The Dying Swan.
roi de la Baviere A perdu sa compagne, hier Il replie son cou Sur les reflets flous De l'eau qui frissonne Il s'abandonne Et dans la pluie Un cygne
En une nuit Je m?evapore Mais je ne connais pas d?endroit Ne cherche pas asile Et replonge une fois Draguer le chant du cygne Draguer le chant du cygne
Musicians / animal targets We are a band And not a band of animals This masquerade Is more than I can bear There goes my reputation It's awful,
Every single princess on the planet Prayed to be invited to the ball Every Portia, Guinevere and Janet Would come by coach or boat to be here Most
My time, all my life Some way, I saved The memory, the pending The family, surround me A God given time A God given gift of life A time to take away,
Swans and their partners they stay Faithful forever or die on the water Foxes are only good for Ruffling feathers, leading lambs to the slaughter Swans
...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear
Thrill of fear Flash of cruelty Was what I sensed Of the signs you were sending Lives as one But seperated Who'll drow the lines Who tells when it's
At least come join me Within the belly of the big blue beast. Set assail, catch a breeze, And come on Don't forget to fill your suitcase. Now watch it
Pour yourself into me Our time approaches So near that I sigh What danger in such an adorer? We dance and the music dies We carry them all away As we
