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