I will celebrate myself again naked dying, proud of what I am I dream and invite my fading soul observing human sphere at all atone
swanlike I turn away from your despair can't you see there's no beg for pardon swanlike I turn away from your despair a noble heart forever dying
under a fading lamp half dressed my brain idling on some compulsive remain I towel my shaven jaw and stare riveted by a dark exhausted flair
swanlike I turn away from your despair naked dying, proud of what I am swanlike I turn away from your despair idling on some compulsive remain
I look into my glass and view my wasting skin and say "would God it came to pass" my heard has shrunk as thin for then I undistrest by hearts grown cold to me could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity
for the time being I return now plainly in the mirror of my soul I read that I have looked my last on youth and little more for they are not made whole that reach the age of fallen Christ
a silent flight takes me away from this ignorant world a final cry deep in that night swanlike I turn away
my inspiration burning flames; glistening sounds sapphire-dark and marrow-deep, silence around us
under a fading moon will you ever be swanlikeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.