Fate
by Unknown
Fortune tellers, gypsies and card readers
when will our day arrive?
“It’ll come, it’ll come at last”
I don’t know from where, to whom.
Stars, lucky stars show me a sparkle
will our day ever come?
“It’ll come, it it’ll come”…from mercy or rage?
I don’t know from where, to whom.
Little birds – angels – draw me a message,
Oh when will this day of ours come?
“It’ll come, it’ll come” – a call without end
We know from where, we know to whom.
It will come…