Time is irrelevant when the weather is changing,
As my erst beloveth tears this soft and blackened haze
My olde swan waits, circling on his runway,
Loch is reflecting my tear and his readiness for flight
Come, embrace me, and give me a last kiss
Forever remain here, I shalt never forget thee
As the first snow is falling, I bewail our first acquanitance
Thus thy eyes art so tearful of care my fears art still there
As the first snow is falling, we art hiding each other's tears
Those tears art reflected no more,
The loch is now painted in white
My empress, I was thy raven
Above the chateau, under thy own burthen
Under thy burthen of insignificance I flee
I flew, and I carried it away
I might be late for the wake I might be late for the burial as well
Come, embrace my desire to depart
Oh beloveth, wither thy forecast
Morning, hearken to my dirge Yester eve was mournful enow
Bon soir tristesse, je me suis rtourne La silense, la nuit
Un jeun artyr, un belle fille et le seraphin de desire
Attendent la permission pour voyage
Scorn breaks through tears and sorrow
Spleen in me takes bitterness through the storm,
Into the waves of cold bitterness,
Into th enorthern fields of winter
Cold swarm is flying over mountains
Towards north I depart, swarming with birds
The weather is changing