Soon the century will end, how short it has been. You're probably waiting for it, or perhaps not? Well,it snowed today, and you're beyond reach, your tracks are gone, what were they for anyway?
Over there they are welcoming guests and fugitives, but I doubt they are expecting us. Look! someone just arrived, and another came too, but they are they, you are you, I am I.
But in this world, there is no pure chance, and it ill becomes me to moan about fate. He plays for them all, you play for him, but who here will play for you?
I ask only one thing: if in your house there is Silk, Brocade, and Ivory, then please forget the house I used to live in- what the hell kind of guest would I make anyway
You see, I'll get completely wrecked, and pass out under the table- I don't fit in with this crowd. I could never be top dog, but I can't stand playing second fiddle.
But in this world, there is no pure chance, and it ill becomes me to moan about fate. He plays for them all, you play for him, So how about I play for you?
It's a little looser than a few of the other translations, but I had to stick close by on some details- like слоновая кость (Ivory)