Текст песни Григорианское пение - O Fortuna

Oh, fate!
Like the moon,
You are changeable,
Always something growing up,
That decreases

Interfere in the course of life,
It hardens,
That Heals,
You do not understand the mind,
What is poverty
That power -
All it melts like ice

Fate is cruel
And yet,
You - the spinning wheel
Unfortunately,
And well-being vain,
It always breaks into pieces,
Secretly fate
It catches up with everyone
But I effortlessly turn
unprotected back
To your villainy

In health there,
In virtue,
She was always against me,
It amazes me
And exhausting,
Always waiting for hours,
And at this hour
Without delay
Strikes on the strings,
They disheartening
anyone
And crying with me