Cignus ustus cantat
Carmina Burana
Burnt Swan Sings
Once I lived on a lake,
once I was beautiful,
while I was a swan.
Wretched, wretched!
now black
and burnt fiercely!
It spins, spins around the funeral pyre;
the pyre burns me fiercely;
now the cook serves me.
Wretched, wretched!
now black
and burnt fiercely!
Now I lie on a platter,
and I cannot fly
I see gnashing teeth:
Wretched, wretched!
now black
and burnt fiercely!
