I am not a man of fate
Let the stormy seas move in a rhyme
Seek my fortune in the deeps
Food for thought and pearls of life
The horizons never change
The waves are moving in unseen lines
Sun or rain keep soiling on
Feel elated the world is mine

Life is swaying to unseen winds
The thought so cold-feeling
As the splashing chills the ears
We sense the song-hearing
When the memories grace the minds
We relive the post-seeing
We port the waves with silent dives
Win our fortune-seeking