Ut cygni praevidentes quid in morte boni sit,
cum cantu et voluptate moriuntur,
Sophia, triumphus,incubi, voluntas,
Liberatio, vestiga nulla retrorsum
Why I write all still the same
Every tune doth tell my name
Century- two score and eight
Be true in white apparel
Each religion is blasphemy
Barren without benignity
Truth`s in heart and nowhere else
Heavens never hearken to the slaves
Ut cygni praevidentes quid in morte boni sit,
cum cantu et voluptate moriuntur,
Sophia, triumphus,incubi, voluntas,
Liberatio, vestiga nulla retrorsum
When the moon is above
He bedews his love
No perdition, no oblivion
Ever Springtide.
And each young spring
Breathing me warm fair wind
Reminds me...
Prayers heavens desecrate,
Fragrant herbage as a grave
For One, crossed the Great Divide
For Ever Springtide!
Ut cygni praevidentes quid in morte boni sit,
cum cantu et voluptate moriuntur,
Sophia, triumphus,incubi, voluntas,
Liberatio, vestiga nulla retrorsum
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