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