THE SWAN
Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world
Its saddest sound, Its saddest sound.
My soul is a native of Patagonia, Abbe
I would like to die there!
Together with my real friends
We must become a Quetzalcoatl
Coming into position Сelestial Сhariot
THE SWAN
Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world
Its saddest sound, Its saddest sound.
I HAVE A DREAM
My soul is a native of Patagonia, Abbe
I would like to die there!
Together with my real friends
We must become a Quetzalcoatl
Coming into position Сelestial Сhariot
You are so beautiful, Eveline.
:)