Текст песни Brett Anderson — The Swans

Huddled like rabbits by the hole in the fence
Frozen like statues to the chair on the lake
Clouds of birds make shadows on the moss
Fields of kale, all patterned with ice

Whoa outside
Whoa the swans rise
Whoa, whoa

The curve of the river like the neck of a swan
And the veil of the sky all peppered with rain
Fields of crows picked clean to the bone
And a love unchained by the chatter of time

Whoa outside
Whoa the swans rise
Whoa the swans rise
Whoa the swans rise
Whoa, whoa