Los Cisnes

A swan whiter than a snowflake
In a clean lake had its mansion
There very calmly spent the days
There it didn't suffer sorrows or pain

The swan feels too lonely
And feels passion boiling in its chest
In a flock of very white swans
It found the owner of its heart

There very calmly spent the days
They went out to swim in the sunlight
They look at each other, kiss, coo, embrace
And give the world an example of love

One morning in May for sure
Up on a tree were the two
Suddenly the swan flaps its wings
And a soul's detonation is heard

The swan stretches, twists, and shrinks
And amid a thousand laments fell to the ground
The swan throw themselves from the tree crying
And there with their wings covered the dead

The swan throw themselves from the tree crying
And there with their wings covered the dead
And so ended the swans' lives
Because the hunter also killed them

Women and men who hear the story
And love like the swans with blind passion
Their homes will be a sacred temple
Where they commune with hosts of love