歌词
Sons of the king
Whose destinies were written
They were transformed by her
In three swans in a fairy lake
But the woman
Felt the regret
And the remorse never faded
And decided to give them a gift
The most beautiful chant to sing in the wind
Under the shining mighty spell
The three learned to fly
And touching the air
They chanted together
Such a prophetic chant
Which created calm and warmth
A continuous dream of a thousand words
But after centuries
The magic ended there
Already withered by time and reality
And their descent began
In a quick flight
And the night soon came
And took their lives away
After the shining mighty spell
The three finally died
And touching the air
They chanted together
Such an angelic chant
Which created calm and warmth
In an eternal dream of a thousand words
After the shining mighty spell
The three finally died
And touching the air
They chanted together
Such an angelic chant
Which created calm and warmth
In an eternal dream of a thousand words