Today you chose to make me sad,
killed all the hope inside my head,
You cut off all the joy and happines
All I have now is tears and sadness..

Sors immanis, et inanism, rota tu volubilis.
status malus, vana salus, semper dissolubilis.
Ombrubata, Et Velata, Michi quoque niteris.
Nunc per ludum, dorsum nudum, fero tui sceleris.

You made me happy...
And you made me strong
Now you turned your back
Against my soul...

Est affectus,
et defectus
Semper in angaria

And now, you hurry...
You play the strings
Because the luck
Can beat your strengh

Fortune plango vulnera
Stillantibus ocellis
Quod sua michi munera
Subtrahit rebellis

On the throne of Fortune (In Fortune solio)
I once sit, glorified (sederam elatus)
Crowned with the flowers (prosperitatis vario)
Colored of prosperity (flore coronatus)

Quicquid enin florui. (even with my power)
Felix et beatus, (happy and blessed)
Nunc a summo corrui. (now, from high i fall)
Gloria privatus. (prived of glory)