Cignus ustus cantat

Once I lived on a lake,
once I was beautiful,
while I was a swan.

Wretched, wretched!
now black
and burnt fiercely!

It spins, spins around the funeral pyre;
the pyre burns me fiercely;
now the cook serves me.

Wretched, wretched!
now black
and burnt fiercely!

Now I lie on a platter,
and I cannot fly
I see gnashing teeth:

Wretched, wretched!
now black
and burnt fiercely!