The swan wept over her broken wings She could not flee, to fly through the light So saw the fox his time is to come The one uprose and down the other fell
Over the sea she whittered her wings And if not now were, it were not too soon The fox smiled through the glittering grim When he tightened the hold of now crying light
Then sorrowed he and now sorrows again That it may not run unless virtue guide it So if some good star, or better thing Have given him good, he may himself not torment But within fires the spirits are, And every flame the fox steals away
Each whips himself with that wherewith he burns
The ambush of the swan, which made the door Open to love, pain and suffering The fox stood upon the bridge uprise to see The swan once white is now turned to believeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.