I have rather kept his face lean
Against the wrath of the Almighty Fado
Rather you, O Socrates in mind
To deny pain complaints tribute

In greater spirit there is always weakness
And muffled the horror of misfortune
Gives the Philosophy of Nature
I shrivel up-constancy of the fruit
I fall on my new seed heart
I've not worth an innocent mind
Cries of Nature
I will listen

Lie silent in the clutches of Bitterness
Of stoic soul aspire to greatness in vain
When pride is not, it will be madness

In greater spirit there is always weakness
And muffled the horror of misfortune
Gives the Philosophy of Nature
I shrivel up-constancy of the fruit
I fall on my new seed heart
I've not worth an innocent mind
Cries of Nature
I will listen