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 | Entre Moi et Mon Ami |
5 | Falling Star |
6 | Ecce Gratum |
7 | Ecce Gratum (Club Mix) |
8 | Obscure |
9 | Maravillosos |
10 | Von den Elben |