A long time ago
There were swans that sang on the seas
And lakes where they still sing today, in the west
In the shore
People were turned into animals
Nine hundred years and their fate was sealed

Four children brothers and sister
The king and his sons the stepmother
Her enchantment to create this curse

Many dangers
Surrounded they in these centuries
Icy storms and the dark in cruel nights
Valiantly
They’ve crossed the waves and the time
Back to the start waiting what was told before

Nine centuries have passed and three places they
Have lived the king is dead
No one survived this time

Their fate will end tomorrow
While they sing this chant of sorrow
Four swans turning into people
Again after the bell toll
Their fate will end tomorrow
While they sing this chant of sorrow
The return is not what it seemed
To be now they’re old