Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes,
the indifferent walk on the pride
obscures the stranza hideing the bare
Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns
Sweet fragnances may hide strinking smells
Swans, I've seen the beauty
Swans, I've seen the simplicity
But still, there're some gardens in which, statyes cry
Sweet fragnances may hide my soul, my heart, my eyes, my arms