Apollo your judgement over the musician
King of the Ligurians near Italy and France
Whom had a friend that dies! Grief you spared
Raising the King to heavenly stars as Cygnus and in a trance
Cygnus, Cygnus - Heaven of the starts so brilliant
The King mourned - A musician, A friend
God Apollo - the swan you made ! as if you cared
Ever since swans are said to sing sad songs at death and in the end
Hence the expression - "swan songs" - they sing of
When swans are ready to die they sing of sadness
Cygnus, Cygnus also known the northern cross, the stars are ours
The swans outstretched their wings across a line drawn
So it be between its head and the tails stars
Beauteous be the swan constellations sing a song
Sing a song for me! When my day comes and shine for me!
Cygnus heaven of stars in heaven so highly vibrant - I see
Sing a song of sadness mourns the death to the heavens
Eternally - the grief but heaven for happiness at its peak
Heavenly skies a friend the king greet to seek.
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