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-, . "Swan Lake" Dark Moor'. - (, , ) . - . *__*
Her soul will be a swan
Until
She feels
The love of nobleman.
Forever her soul will be a swan
Until
She feels
The love of nobleman.
In swan lake!
In swan lake!
Tired to ride in the royal hunt
To listen sweet lies that I am wont
I am the prince!
The future king!
Boomed in my head my mother's voice
Take to wife! should be my choice
Oh, cruel fate!
That my soul hate!
To forget all I fled into the woods
Searching preys goods
Then I saw the lake
Lost in the deep forest
And its water chorused
An odd melody
Swans of nice white feather on the dusk
Swam in a dance in harmonious masque
Hunter I am!
My bow was prepared.
