A Swan Lake Full of Tears - Decembre Noir

This bleak realisation

Everything comes to an end

A dying swan

Only the mind can turn back time

A pale white figure in the dark

A palace of silence, she breathes coldness

In this hall, in every dusty corner of this old theatre

The sound of clapping hands that she misses so much

The tingling sensation when everyone looks up at her beautiful face

Just a little breeze of appreciation

One last time, she wants to be th swan

With her gracile stretchd legs and the colossal wings

This bitter yearning to burn the calling limelight

One last time, she wants to be the swan queen

The flying pale white figure in the dark

When the last white feather falls, a swan lake full of tears

Every time it hurts a little more to leave the stage without a stroke of wings

When the last white feather falls, a swan lake full of tears

The bewitched princess with the velvety plumage

With her gracile stretched legs and the colossal wings

One last time, she wants to be the swan queen

The flying pale white figure in the dark

When the last white feather falls

A swan lake full of tears

Don’t forget me, please

Ignore my injured feet

Don’t look at me

If I start to weep

This silent hall, this bleak realisation

Only the mind can turn back time

A dying swan with broken wings