The White Lake swan..
Your whisper wings
Fly me away from cries and sorrow
Your nest is now alone and hollow
Your shelter with the dead eggs stinks
The White Lake swan..
Your harmful cry
Holds throat tight
With hands of pain
You, Earth – invaders, all insane
See my eternal-lasting flight
The White Lake swan..
Your dying dance
Had finished on the stones of fear
You couldn’t live without your dear
The lonely life had few of sense
There’s no White Lake..
There are brown stones
There’s piece of dirty fucking garbage
There’s salty swamp alone and savage
How could it live without the swans…