Caged was the genius,
Winter-cold and lame,
He could see no tomorrow today.
She, with her brothers lost,
Dwelt on her defilement
As quickened the cuckoo inside.
That much has gone now,
Fallen legend of a broken line.
Sun dries the rain and
Spring has followed every winter-time.
Fated to love and lose,
Lovers lie awake
Entreating the pity of fate.
That much has gone now...
The dark turns again to day.
The wheel of fortune,
From cradle to the hearse,
Turns and turns again.
Some of us fly and some will fall to earth;
Turn and turn again.
The snow turns again to spring.
And then, the wheel of fortune
Will turn and turn again,
Turn and turn again.
King of his people,
Thirty years renowned, now
Forgotten like blood on the ground.
Just like the darker crown,
Feared and so despised that
His men look for blood on the ice.
That much again has gone now...
Once I was gold-adorned and
Silver-tongued and blind, now
The poet holds all that was mine.
That much has gone now...
The dark turns again to day.
The wheel of fortune...