Texte : Anonyme
The silver swan, who living had no note,
when death approached
unlocked her silent throat ;
leaning her breast
against the reedy shore,
thus sung her first an last,
and sung no more
no more :
farewell, all joys ;
o death, come close mine eyes ;
more geeese than swans now live,
more fools than wise
than wise.
The silver swan, who living had no note,
when death approached
unlocked her silent throat ;
leaning her breast
against the reedy shore,
thus sung her first an last,
and sung no more
no more :
farewell, all joys ;
o death, come close mine eyes ;
more geeese than swans now live,
more fools than wise
than wise.
| 1 | Winter |
| 2 | Ad Mortem Festinamus |
| 3 | Entre Moi Et Mon Amin |
| 4 | Ecce Gratum |
| 5 | Falling Star |
| 6 | Entre Moi et Mon Ami |
| 7 | Ecce Gratum (Club Mix) |
| 8 | Flamma |
| 9 | Obscure |
| 10 | Maravillosos |