When weeping willows bloom
and life begins anew again
Under the roof of branches
an old song is sung softly
Downy feathers dance through the wind
Fine footprints in the damp sand
A child parts the cold sea
where your father swam last autumn
The white song
sounds through the silence of this world
A cygnet
sings about what his father already explained to him
The white song
breaks through the silence of this world
Those are silent
who are hearing it for the first time
Love is the greatest good
Without it you'd already be dead
Memory enwraps the world
The wind is silent in reverence
For under the roof of branches
The white child now sings this song
But it's not singing alone any more
Reflected in the sunlight
is the miracle of a love
that the father mourned last autumn
The white song
sounds through the silence of this world
A cygnet
sings about what his father already explained to him
The white song
breaks through the silence of this world
Those are silent
who are hearing it for the first time
Love is the greatest good
Without it you'd already be dead