Schwanenschrei [English translation]

No one knows why

Everything is coming apart at the seams (*1)

Bring it out of you (*2)

Glory of a newborn

It all dies right away

by your hands, until the end of time

Very slowly you sigh

Kill the ego-masks off

Nobodies' harmonies

are healing your world

Quietly devouring worms

Shadows in the longing

Your reality

Like a beast in it's warm cattle stall (*3)

You welcome the morning star(*4)

(Welcome, welcome, welcome)

It is like hunger, it is like sex

It makes me weary, it tastes like crud

It is like hunger, it is like sex

And so, an end to the beginning flows, like the swan song (*5)

With huge eyes questioning, we're setting off the sun (*6)

And so, a beginning to the end flows, like the songs of the war

With all of the waters, we're washing the other children pure. (*7)

(And so, an end to the beginning flows,

And so, a beginning to the end flows,)

We are breaking loose

forevermore from radioactive decay

In the barbwire of time,

Angels are hanging featherless

With the flagon of the heart

You fill up the wellspring of death

Your daily log books

(Books...)

Make children's eyes sigh

Sleep in a dark cave

Forget about secrets

At odds with daily satisfaction (*8)

Cats howling in the distance (*9)

Deep inside your skull

Swarm voices in the night

The evening star alludes to your 'departure'

(Departure, departure, departure)

It is like hunger, it is like sex

It makes me weary, is tastes like crud

It is like hunger, it is like sex

And so, an end to the beginning flows, like the swan song

With huge eyes questioning, we're setting off the sun

And so, a beginning to the end flows, like the songs of the war

With all of the waters, we're washing the other children pure.

(And so, a beginning to the end flows, like the songs of the war

With all of the waters, we're washing the other children pure.)

And so, an end to the beginning flows, like the swan song

With huge eyes questioning, we're setting off the sun

And so, a beginning to the end flows, like the songs of the war

With all of the waters, we're washing the other children pure.

(Repeat, repeat, repeat...) (*10)