(English translation)

The white and sweet swan
dies singing, and I, 
weeping, reach the end of my life.
Strange and different fate, 
that he dies disconsolate
and I die a blessed death,
which in dying fills me 
full of joy and desire.
If in dying, were I to feel no other pain,
I would be content to die a thousand deaths a day.

(от себя: это самая веселая песня о смерти из всех, что я слышала)