I've lived without thinking much,
And for me it would be funny to be sad again.
It's always, seemed, like summer over the porch,
But knocked on my window autumn rain.
And autumn sky is grey with blue.
Reaching to the south, calling us to follow
Wild swans, wild swans,
You are like my sorrow.
I didn't want to think, and wait,
That one day the rain
Will wash away the track.
It's not a problem, that autumn flew away,
It's simply pity that summer we won't bring back.
And autumn sky is grey with blue.
Reaching to the south, calling us to follow
Wild swans, wild swans,
You are like my love.
Well, to be sad now, perhaps too late
Over the bygone days,
Unfulfilled dreams.
The leaves, that looked so much like stars,
Swirl and falling at my feet.
And autumn sky is grey with blue.
Reaching to the south, calling us to follow
Wild swans, wild swans,
You are like my fate.