Soon the century ends. How short a century is. You are probably waiting. Or no? But today it snowed, and no one can reach you Without leaving tracks. Why those tracks? They're receiving guests today. There's refuge there today, But it's not likely they're waiting for us to drop by. Look, someone just passed, and someone with him. But they're them, you're you, I'm me. But nothing in this world happens by chance And I'm not one to regret fate. He plays for everyone, you play for him, But who here plays for you? And I beg one thing: if your home ever has Silk, fancy plush fabric, and an elephant bone, That then you forget the house where I lived. What part of me would spend a season in hell? You know I get drunk as a pig. I wake up under the table. I don't really fit in this social circle. I could never be first of them all But I can't stand being second. But in this world nothing happens by chance And I'm not one to regret fate. He plays for everyone, you play for him, So let me play for you.
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