So tells the destiny,
In the lines
on the palm of your hand:
Two lives are interlaced
inside your heart.
Brief signs of sorrow,
Pain, torment
and lost hope.
Strong tracks
of loves, torn to pieces,
over the life line
And it tells more
along the love line:
You shall suffer
the disillusion
for the gentle charm
of another woman.
But since this is your bad luck's wish
Your fortune tells that
Until the day you die
You are going to be always unhappy
You can not escape
The dark brutal fate
Or the fatal destiny of yours,
In which, a evil star is sovereign
May you deny to yourself
The laws of your heart
But whether you want it or not
You have to live your destiny!
And crossing the path
of your life line
On the palm of your hand,
There is a cross:
A not wholly forgotten sentiment,
Which had been an ilusion for you,
A love, which, in secret,
Grew amidst the fear
Just to cause you suffering
And this is the picture and
Pleasing mirage
Of your thoughts
And more tells
The dark destiny
which you are to endure:
Your star,
once with heavenly glow,
Is not shining anymore
That same star,
Blessed by God to be yours,
Which so briefly glowed,
And whose light,
Before the Holy Cross,
Is no longer shining.