Do you pray for the sign
In the lines drawn
In the palm of your hand
That two lives
Ar e crossed
In your heart
Sign of bitterness,
Of pain and torture,
Of lost hope
A marked clue,
Of love shattered
In the life line.
And more you pray for
In the love line
That you have to suffer
The disenchantment
Of the bland charms
Of another woman
Since bad luck so wanted,
To tell you your destiny
That till death
You must
Always be unhappy.
You can not escape
The black brutal fate
To your fatal destiny
That a bad star controls
You can lie
To the laws of your heart
But alas… whether you like it
Or not
You must fulfil your destiny.
Crossing the road
Of the life line
Drawn in your hand
You have a cross,
A barely contained affection
That was an illusion
Love that in secret,
Was born almost a fear
For your suffering
And this image was
The grateful mirage
Of your thought.
And still you pray for
The black destiny
That you have to embitter
Your star
Of divine radiance,
Stopped shining
Star that God chose for you,
But that shines little
And whose light
At the foot of the cross
Is already extinguished.
You can not escape from
The black brutal fate
To your fatal destiny
That a bad star controls
You can lie
To the laws of your heart
But alas… whether you like it
Or not
You must fulfil your destiny.