Schwanenkönig [English translation]

A swan king bowed his neck to the water

His plumage was as white as on the first day

Pure like a dream of sirens

And in the sparkling of the morning sun he looks into the mirror

Of waves and and with breaking eyes he knows

This will be a goodbye

When a swan sings the animals are silent

When a swan sings the animals listen

And the quietly whisper, they quietly whisper

And the bowl deeply and quietly whisper

It's a swan king who dies in love

And the swan king began to sing his last song

Under the weeping willow where he had lived his life

And he sings in the most beautiful tones which have ever been heard on earth

About the beauty of this earth which attracts him undyingly

And the swan king sings his whole last day

Until the evening sun starts to turn red

The weeping willow lowers its leaves like jousts

Quieter and quieter the tones until the last light dies down in the singing