You see the children outside again
Playing their games under your window
You stay there in your place by the window, you stay by the window
You fly years behind
Those memories possess you daily
They look for a singer for the Swan Song again, look for a singer again
When those moments from birth to death reflect in your eyelids
I guess it makes others believe in God, others in Satan, or whatever
But, however, not in this world
You once also found it
That love of a half-century
It was easy for you to be happy, to be happy
What do you do with you instincts now
When the birds have flown out of their nest?
Only yellowed photos are left, you browse them again, and again
You might not want my pity, it can't make the pain go dead
That pain writes this song, that pain catches anyone
That pain catches
I see your mourning veil, you used it five years ago
The Swan Song made you cry back then, made you cry
You'd like to be just like back then, when you were covered by a white veil
It's already been forgotten by time, just like you
(Solo)
I'd like to try and then remain above the water level
When I see the river flooding from its channels, when I see the river flooding
Those women in the markets with their carts and men in their favorite bars
They probably dream of the source of youth, and the pain languishes, or whatever
Again, one moment closer to death, the pain never fades
That pain writes this song, that pain catches
Anyone, that pain catches anyone it wants