Again you see the children in the yard Under your window playing their games Again you stay there at the window, you stay at the window You fly years back Daily those memories take you over They are again looking for a singer for the swan song, again looking for a singer Those moments from birth to death When they're reflected on your eyelids Maybe make some people believe in God Others in Satan, or what ever However, not in this world You also once found that The love of half a century It was easy for you to be happy, to be happy Now what do you do with your senses When the birds have flown out of the nest Only thing left now is the yellowed pictures You look throught them once again, and again Maybe you don't need my pity It doesn't make the pain go numb That pain is what is writing this song That pain can catch anyone That pain can catch You see your mourning veil It got to breathe five years ago That's when the swan song made you cry, it made you cry You'd like to be the way you were When you were covered in a white veil It has already been trampled by time, just like you I would like to try And be left floating on the surface of the water When I see the river flooding out of control, when I see the river flooding Those women in the markets with their carts And men in their regular bars I guess are dreaming of the fountain of youth And the pain gets diluted, or whatever Again a moment closer to death The pain will never fade away That pain is what is writing this song That pain can catch anyone That pain can catch anyone it wants