My Fate will never change for me
But one day to arise and fall
And ’ere Death plays her melody
Only these words will I recall;
“My Fate will never change for me.”
I would drink wine, but I swallow dust,
I would cheer others, but grieve alone.
I long for strength and fancy’s thrust
But only grievous words intone.
I would drink wine, but swallow dust.
My dreams of happiness are brief,
Across my life, deep shadows plod.
I feel the weight of all my grief,
I am fashioned of a luckless clod.
My dreams of happiness are brief.
What can I do! Be still and bear?
Someday perhaps, my sun will rise.
I wish my soul, like a bird could flare
And fly from out its narrow ties.
What can I do! Be still and bear?
No one will I stop to upbraid,
To reproach him for his sham and pain,
Of storms and thunder unafraid
Like a nightingale I will sing my strain.
No one will I stop to upbraid.
My Fate will never change for me,
Perhaps this is my end, at length,
To die in my dreams’ rhapsody,
To hold you back, I lack the strength.
My Fate will never change for me.