Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?
All life alone in its chronic patterns
Oh, swan, let me fly you
To the land of no winds blowing
I know nothing and know that I know nothing
All is in the eye and in its blinks of seeingSo just like the morning
The ghost of the following day
ListenOry, ory, ory, ory
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes wholly only lonely long before, ory oryAll rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time
The lion still growls in your hollowness
Please let's be easy, please let's be friendsWatching and learning like small children
Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day
ListenOry, cry, cry, ory
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes wholly only lonely long before, ory, oryServant of fame or fame for a servant
You see what you see, you see seldom what is
Servant of fate or fate for a servant
You see what you see, you see seldom what isServant of fate, oh