Olim Lacus Colueram
Carl Orff
Once I dwelt in the lakes
Once I dwelt in the lakes,
once I was beautiful,
while I was a swan.
Miserable, miserable!
Now black
and burnt fiercely.
He turns, he turns back the cook;
the pyre burns me fiercely;
now the butler offers me.
Miserable, miserable!
Now black
and burnt fiercely.
Now I lie in a dish,
and I cannot fly,
I see gnashing teeth:
Miserable, miserable!
Now black
and burnt fiercely.
