I can scorn Fate’s ire to me,
Smile, tho’ my own heart be breaking,
If Fate wounds not thee!
Never shall my lips deceive thee,
My devotion ne’er decline,
Dearest, until life shall leave me,
My whole heart is thine.
I can scorn Fate’s ire to me,
Smile, tho’ my own heart be breaking,
If Fate wounds not thee!
Never shall my lips deceive thee,
My devotion ne’er decline,
Dearest, until life shall leave me,
My whole heart is thine.