Bloody poor swan´s in the mud tonight
Where no one shows you the calmness of love
Wolves howl in the still of the night
He dances [bad word] 

First of all I believe on the other hand I try
There´s a real way to get out to be myself
Velvet and [bad word] along
With the poor hearts of my song

When no one shows you the darkness you feel
How can a dead swan show it?
Sinners and lovers, unholy paths
cut out the shadow in your mind
How can we bear it staring at death?
How...?