Twelve black swans heading for the coast
Carrying my love, a ghost
who was buried
in the graveyard of sailors
On a ship we were married,
ironic'ly
Failure
was the name of the ship, I saw when we set sail
We sailed for forty nights and forty days
Searching for my love, her face,
it faded
away with the water
On the deck I sunbathed
when, deceivingly
The daughter
of the captain seduced me in my sleep
We stranded on a paradise island, it killed most the crew
I would only survive I knew,
if I tasted
of the fruit brought by local nymphs
Time I quickly wasted,
but desp'rately
Hymns
I used to sing every night in my dreams
A dozen years passed when to me returned thirteen swans
One asked me to dance,
she seemed acquaint,
she cut me with a razor
Then once more it started to rain,
when suddenly
I managed to amaze her
perhaps even more than myself
When I remembered her name
© Tale 1995, 2001. Performed by Tale/Theo Niessink. Written by Theo Niessink.